Purple; a plum's tale
A plum comes to me
in my dark place, where
there is no Eye.
Purple sweetness-
Satin sheets are the arms
of an orchard.
Spring disguises itself
as my lover again;
it happens every year.
I know full well
the ear lobe I bite is the
visceral beauty of god.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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I enjoyed your blog poetry and photos so rich in beauty.
With Spring for a lover, what will the children be?
Green :)
I like your plum-poem. The last verse reminds me of my husband and his earlobe which is covered with faint silky fur...
it does happen every year!
I love this so much I have 'featured' it on my poetry page. Hope that's OK princess...
Thank you Starfish.
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