EMBODIMENT ARTS

EMBODIMENT ARTS

Moss

raquel moss
I must vow low
creep, crawl and growl
become a creature
of the dirt
from the dark.

In here,
the freshness of smell
blended with the slowness of decay
so many beginnings
so many endings
weaved,
intertwined
a two-guetherness
in love-affair delight.

Moss knows about
the earthy root
of ecstasy
The vulva and her alive secret
sweet and sour
of birth and death.

Moss calls for moist and wet,
to be soaked in sweat
When the sun's beam
reaches down
through the forest canopy
hot breath
steam
nectars rise from within
in exquisite
vivid green
pleasure.