Bowl of cherries sit
centered on a black wood table
mounded fruit striate a rounded red
a wave and weave of azure
nature-polished, warped mirrors
their woman round and woman curve give
smooth-textured invitation.
Tear the flesh,
red juice spot black
the dark undulant pits within
are dead promises of life
dark inside and dark in ground
drop to the earth and inside hide
wake, tremble,
earthy dweller
No comments:
Post a Comment