sylvanlightning
08-11-2004, 04:22 PM
Waxy skin,
yielding not to caressing fingers
yet the tongue of the eye
is a whole different story.
Verdant sloping contours
while young,
resembling a perfect sphere;
when mature,
an ancient matriarch endowed
with pendulous multiple curves.
Empty hungers seek
to immediately remove her
from vine to mouth.
Is beauty to be seized
and consumed
like ballast?
Where is the lingering honoring,
the joy in watching this soul grow,
like a daughter full of moon.
The beauty of full cycle is
a sacrament of
seed, fertility and decay.
This allowing of inner marriage...
yielding not to caressing fingers
yet the tongue of the eye
is a whole different story.
Verdant sloping contours
while young,
resembling a perfect sphere;
when mature,
an ancient matriarch endowed
with pendulous multiple curves.
Empty hungers seek
to immediately remove her
from vine to mouth.
Is beauty to be seized
and consumed
like ballast?
Where is the lingering honoring,
the joy in watching this soul grow,
like a daughter full of moon.
The beauty of full cycle is
a sacrament of
seed, fertility and decay.
This allowing of inner marriage...