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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Infinity of Flowers

by Nathan Ventura

My darling temptress,
continually stepping into the void,
my spontaneous, erotic,
shape shifting moment,
why am I forever taking off my clothes?
Between us is what?
Am I this hopeless parasite
lost in the grass,
my glorious host rustling nearby,
her sweet stench all about me?
All those empty spaces
and corners, those
nooks and crannies eroded
by the noses and brows
of ones I once loved
but let go would be nestled,
had I your blood on my tongue.
You’ve swept across my cranium
as one day I will be swept away
by you, your swift palms,
holding me up to see
an infinity of flowers

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