Motherplant
Roseate and convoluted bud
what a delight you are
like a foetus
curled and living green
suckling sustenance from
the androgynous motherplant
with the ridiculous name of
Schlumbergera. Even the
name made me think of
slumbering and rocking my
own roseate pearl to sleep;
she who is now grown and has
that strange convoluted buttress
of will, shuttering me
out of her shell.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Labels:
Poetry
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