minus one…heart grows a tree

the momentary prophetess as I turn away…

hips pendulum waves a blues

never been played

with you pulsating spectator

 

 

wide as any stretch of motherlands

 ambrosial dust teases palate

 scrambling grasp on reality

uncertain of exiting or creating an entrance


 


senses depart physicality

agitating sudden ignorance

surrounding smoke of denial

battling gravitational pull with fever

emotions trump all resoundingly…

intricate conversation persist

within psyche


 

scribing without an instrument

drawing utterances that fall

scatter pleasantly about the stance as seedlings

taking to root and stem mingling innermost parts

 

 

a message inserts to compliment your crest interpreting…

it is

 I

 

first

 decorating you

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2 thoughts on “minus one…heart grows a tree

  1. There is a spiritual sensuality about your words that sing a coming home of one’s natural… and lady S your all natural and more… gotta say, I think I’m reading what first drew me to your words in the first instance… magic. xx

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