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the transient crop

Posted to Action Poetry




glory ring
the stain that taints
the tortured sheets
convex curvitures
inverted
meeting
bowing
oh the hands that raked
and grasped
flailed in the beating
slowing
contractions
churned and rolled
shaking us to helplessness
vulnerable in our natures-
those jungle vines
love locks
dropped from Nature's fecund brow
espoused are we to her dictations
inherent passion
immutable desire

life, the extended foreplay
to the coital plunge of death!