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.