Flowers
By idaw
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Watered soil of needy chords
loving it's depth to give this away
to a glass bowl of humid sky,
tired of hooks and moving claws
rending and pulling in rich, fatty motion
opened wide in themselves to take
this new found love, this definition
for the dark, vivid skins
living safe in their innocence
and far enough up
to steal that earth's last bid
for a justified purity,
the pungent scent
of moist, wasted life.
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