Sanguineous,
Rend in the ventricles when in
the violence of love i've learned sometimes
a woman just needs in simple comforts,
honied generosities behind
the ear to tell and remember
the simpler sweets such as when the heart's
garden was undivided from the earth,
and desire was a wonderful potential.
And spread in the material still good
I'll tell her that the golden world was never
against our blood and that physical disruption
is only here natural to bloom,
so as to remember of course
no pomegran richness without a broken first.
-Porite
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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