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Saturday, May 28, 2011

flooded, x

In the garden
On the banks of
The flooded river
They sit in a sea of
Blood red tulips,
Share poems of
Girlhood and
First loves.

Surrounded by Mol's taut
Bodies, every nymph sculpted
With firm tiny tits and legs ready for
The dance, last rays of a rare spring day
Dance for the spring starved women,
Shadowing words like pubic wings
And hymens laid open, un-
Whispered, because
We can     now.

Let us
Swim with Leo's beauties
In the pond in the yellow-tuliped
Lake by the banks of the gushing river
And giggle like we did once.
Let us offer up a chorus to
The sun and to love,
To yellow  and to
To blood-red
blossoms.



6 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

A wonderful poem for spring, good imagery and very sensual.

Anonymous said...

taut

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Thank you Anthony :)

norton said...

This poem is a song. I want to sing... now if I could think of a tune. Thanks for the beauty and celebration.

stuart said...

I just love the depth and diversity of your imagination...always a new trip every post

Marjolaine Hébert said...

So glad you enjoyed! Thanks..