Open Poetry #37 |
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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
As the climbing sun Pulls back the coverlet Of early morning mist, The earth stretches lazily, Turning to be kissed. Her breasts and belly stir Beneath his stroking hand; She is his rich, ripe, Fertile, recumbent land. Arching herself, now and then, To be closer to his caress; He responds to her appeal With an urgent tenderness. Mother earth, father Sun, Each giving something To the other one. He gives her light, And warmth, and life; She gives him a Beautiful, eager, wife. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You must have had some farming in your past.... for this is how it is. A lovely view... thank you. |
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Rainbowdust Member
since 2002-12-05
Posts 320Sydney, Australia |
Gorgeous! The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears. |
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