Your hips as a sturdy trunk
of a mature Oak:
The abdomen stretched,
stretched, m a woodpecker
and your breasts as fluffy clouds
all against the bright war of my
own passion. These are words
loosely held by a deep passion
for all my love; amazingly, the
Simplest creatures understand
my grande tree loosening its limbs
My soul withering away by so
Many torrential rains. and by God
the voice I am
Still trying to understand!
:: 10-15-2017 ::
