salt of the earth

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A storm brewed in her heart

The one she arose to, was just the start.

The cold gnawed into her breastbone where

A lair of desires convulsed 

with the sorrow of a lost dream.

Suspended still in animation. 

 

Your wet mouth she felt deep within.

Teeth seeking her spine up the navel of birth. The primordial canal of her beginning.

Where it is? 

She couldn’t find 

her insanity. When it is now,  she

wanted to push you 

and your blighty madness in her matrix that was becoming. 

 

Words hanging there reachable, her arms paralysed.

Unable to pick them, as you lay absorbed, in between her, 

raving in the layers of your twilight. 

Within, beneath, above and through.

Feral tongue twisting in her softness and black.

Usurping the valley of sweetness and

fresh salt, 

hidden in the forest you always thought you had sought. 

 

A minute of you, is a lifetime of sin, 

she thought.

The thunder agreed with the gale and the branches swayed in unison and might,

All day long…

A lonely sparrow cooed meanwhile, all night long…

The forest sings…

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In the quiet hours of lassitude, between the waking and rising hours of dawn, the soul of this forest yearns to be clasped in the crush of your old wide palms, a visceral map of all the worlds you have touched and healed.

 

Skin at every arousable tip stretched tight upon these mountains and hillocks pine for the wetness oozing from the music only your mouth can sing.

 

The alluring darkness of her secret alcoves and explored caves awaits to be played upon by your nimble long calloused fingers that have caressed the softness of many a  lovers’ lips.

 

The feet of her earth ache to be entwined with your downtrodden ones, to infuse your roots with the vigour only her soil could give, even if you have to trample upon her, again and again.

 

And somewhere between the beginning, the middle and the end of her terrain, when you have trespassed all her rocks and marsh and pits and lakes, she lies wide open and awake, to have all of yours in her, in union and unison until eternity.

 

Letting the glaciers of all your unshed tears hitherto melt into the rivers that would make her deltas fertile, as she gives you life, while you sob into her earthly scent the undying throes of your passion.