Rosa dentate

 

Mine is a tubular rosa dentate

In which sometimes you find hollow bones.

Sometimes you find sanctuary

like a serpentine’s  penetration  into a  warm cave

amidst a thunderous downpour.

Sometimes there is a honey pot .

The sticky sweet taste of it

pushes you to the edge of your suchness

Dipping  in and out you buzz with vital pleasure.

And sting me at my centre.

 

You tickle, pleasure and knock

At this centre of my being

With demanding consistency

Giving me no respite

to retreat and contemplate .

I am struck dumb and confounded.

And you,

Your unknowable face and actions.

 

My tubular rosa reverts back to me .

on it  I find a hard surface.

Be it a mirror or a barrier?

Who had placed it there ?

Could it have been there before Eve’s wooing of Adam?

When my primordial spirit

Slumbered in the rolling hills,

and my sunken feet felt the sensation

of the oceanic currents and the bottomless

deep stillness therein?

Before I met you

Your unknowable face and actions.

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Nyc natural one..gud use of words