In Our GardenA Poem by Michael HandelRough
I'll have in forever...
forgotten whispers of wants, vespers of change, changing these thoughts of you dancing up my legs, shooting across my belly like fire, the purest flame to ever dance on flesh and in each particle of it is you, your perfection lost in the flicker and fury, singing songs of us, singeing my hair, my cares out the window, melted away from the heat of our passion, your fiery dancing. My fiery dancer dances over oceans of time, hurricanes left behind from the heat over the cool-cool waters of lives lived without her. I'll have in forever... my reception of you, the not-much-soul-left before it, the lifelessness prior, the shock to the spirit, the spine cracked upright like the dawn of man, descending the trees, roaming the land of birth, birthing new Earths in my trail, ascending to stars. Like apple for Eve, my heart is yours, no serpent will slither from trees onto your breast, no beast will ravage your flock and plunder its weakness nor wilt the petals of blossoming hearts. Your whole being, your pretty red heart, rattling its cage, is free to roam in this garden you've grown, where there was scorched Earth before these seeds you've sewn, the slash and burn styled agriculture left in your wake, my fiery dancer © 2008 Michael HandelReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 25, 2008 Last Updated on October 25, 2008 AuthorMichael HandelPhiladelphia, PAAbout"my poems are only scratchings on the floor of a cage" -Charles Bukowski more..Writing
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