a nature poem
Forever falling
Endless, come again
Says the west wind
My hair itself, a warm
Breeze nestled on my
Shoulders, my thighs
Carved from marble
(Oh, you laugh now)
But they are smooth, white, and majestic
In their own way.
My brain leaps like a stag
From clearing to forest, his white
Antlers carving ideas into my skull.
And my lust the magma
Below the mantle, ever present hot and waiting
But invisible, invisible (to you).
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-06-24 at 22:52
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Au Natural
My love is a waterfallForever falling
Endless, come again
Says the west wind
My hair itself, a warm
Breeze nestled on my
Shoulders, my thighs
Carved from marble
(Oh, you laugh now)
But they are smooth, white, and majestic
In their own way.
My brain leaps like a stag
From clearing to forest, his white
Antlers carving ideas into my skull.
And my lust the magma
Below the mantle, ever present hot and waiting
But invisible, invisible (to you).
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 729 times
Written on 2007-06-24 at 22:52
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