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Amongst blueberries picking as a youngster
Juice running through hand knarled, reaching and with no judge attached to the frown
Looking up sun beams into the juice you reckon upon seasons, the lunar cycle. The moon in heart, of hibernation, summer pariticpation, leaves falling adrfit from beaconed dreams
I hum sing out the start; dusty foot path heat in the throat & on finger tip
She sits a plate tapas for meal, cured meat, cheese and breads
Thick hips and waist and breasts that boom of children held on bosom yet not of womb
Occasion on a whim a tinkle or flirt in her eye away
Tall elegant child of gay pursuit whose emotions dance footprints over her desire to loot or boot to fancy bar
Instead a cocoa to warm by fire, a book of self improvement
Bringing the glimpse of the crazy ones, who see the rise and fall in chest of a woman to young to breath these hopeful sighs
Thus the request
Bequeaths her with fear double bolts the door at night
As they wish for so much pleasure, emotion, money, ears bending into the wind to hear them - just stopped to say hi!
Don't think of me from the edge of your pubic hair twitching a thought as if I should be there
Rise not in definance by confessions of capability
when you wish into a wishing well to appear with a face screwed up & not discerning but confused, tapered and angry
Aggressive texts shouting messages
I represent not the Virgin Mary.
