Parthenogenesis
Ensconced in the cold comfortof moonbeams and the wild woodlands,
I bury myself in the vinca growing wild.
Star-kissed moments of exploration,
a life far beyond my own. Drawn far
from my fraternity, pulling against heartstrings
bound to to graves halfway across the world.
Step into the nests of carrion birds -
vultures in the inky sky, scrambled eggs
on the steaming earth. Little bits of plastic
floating on the night breeze, morse code
of a pulse dangerously close.
Gleaming against the dark earth,
rice flour artwork, intricate spellings of
"W-e-l-c-o-m-e" unchanged through generations.
Hidden mirrors where the dryads comb
their hair, rainbows trapped in cobwebs
and cocoons. Drip me a caress, a kiss,
and one night that never ends.
Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-08-31 at 05:53
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