The Crown Bougainvillea florets tremble likescarlet ribbons tied in bows on young flesh Archways of stone outstretchreposeful winds on muted statues with listless stares Foreboding leopard keeps vigila silent killer, her sentry will shield if a threat declares Pillars of light bring rays of respite yettears seal her withering heart within flouted ceiling Ferns rest…
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My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…
“I Linger” Now Live on MasticadoresIndia
water wrinklesspeaking calmly to mewildly I hunt amid ageless cypress treesflooded with water, their twisted kneesdevour traveling fresh airbecoming yawning stalactitesat night, crimson embers fly skywardas fireflies graze between pinesepochs old as men eat flesh from elk To continue reading please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), please consider subscribing, sharing and liking…
Nature’s Passion
fireflies sing to me of your passionYour tenderness like veins of sunlightsolitary cricket plays nature’s gratifying cellobig browns now vehemently on my young fellow life is a gift, as is the love you impartmy body now rides a sunbeam of ardorstarlings whistle as you write upon my breastcraving a release, I move your hand to…
Pure Beauty
blades of olive grass salute her rare grandeur fledglings move tenderly to offer new buds for scarlet hair thousand-year willow oaks cultivate a canopy of cover youthful rosy breast and curvy hips from God’s own palette cerulean eyes sparkle and dance as she stirs slowly God takes her slender hand as wings unfurl, still wet…
Luring Nature
he touches me through lavender silkbumble bees gather tiny dots of yellowspirited hands touching warm, yielding flesha vivid sun puts on an eye patch, an attempt at veilingus, as our desire heightens, pine and sage, breathing and smellingmy darling, there is a spot you have not yet found, and I am not telling God hangs…
