BlackberriesA Poem by Lydia
Anticipation of the flowers
For where there are flowers there will be fruit Imagining myself Glistening forehead and sticky thighs Fingers stained and a happy smile As the juices spill down my chin Like blood of prey Sun shining ever faithful Even in the shade © 2019 Lydia |
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1 Review Added on June 14, 2019 Last Updated on June 14, 2019 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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