Her Bucket of Desires

She plants paper trees
carving the initials of lust
into each one with liquid passion.

Some branches have broken
holding on by a thread.
some are scorched by fire

She gathers the frail leaves
placing each one
in her bucket of desire

Where she’ll transform them
into a garland of flowers
wearing them with pleasure

Her nude flesh perfumed
by the layers of blooms
merging their memoriies with hers.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2016-07-02 at 17:55

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Paper trees, liquid passion, bucket of desire ... symbolic! Beautiful poem.

Frail leaves blooming into Luscious flowers and so full of memories of so much of metamorphic desire. Your words are so precious.

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This merging of past and present makes "Only Memories" into memories being made. Wonderful. Magical.

Beautiful...summer spirit!