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when asked what does the other have...
 
a body
full
of pomegranate
stretched
beyond its limits
ready
to burst
at the seams
to feed
the faithful
expectantly
gathered
on their knees
the sound
of sighs
whispers
of love
escaping
lips
ready
to carry him
home
their prayers
revealed
upon his flesh
as they stare
with desire
at his broken best
the answer
to their rising
need
they now know
is found
in his
sweet wine
with cupped hands
they partake
of his essence
flowing
and
spilt
upon them
his pure colors
covering
the proof
of their guilts
as he gathers them
and
sneaks them
beneath
the covers
of the marriage bed
ripping
and
tearing
the veil
where no one else
could go
partaking
of the feast
that matters most
becoming one
with him
one flesh
one spirit
both day
and
night
not stopping
until the sun
was no longer
mourning...

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Cory Garcia
about 4 years

Thanks brother :)

Robert L. Martin
about 4 years

Holy smokes! What passion

Patricia May Neiderer
over 5 years

it is so freeing, how could you
not but flap your wings...
speaking the words into language,because the darkness
can't figure how simple it is
to complicate the mean in a song, as if Seuss would snooze

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

You are an amazing singer sister poet :)

Patricia May Neiderer
over 5 years

i know that and long for that day
the day of pearls, will i get one
to polish and reflect the light
under your wing, holding the star
from shooting to far, because these fish
fight each other and makes the way far
will you apply the eye salve so i can see
wrap me in the invisible cloak of wool
grounded on the rock that floats
holding my hand so that i am not alone
taking a shower outside is refreshing
the seeds rolling between lips and tongue
this is the creation of the beginning
making the three one, whole, complete
as was the pie before the cuts were made
now seeping in love to fulfill it's purpose
now the none being seen as one -of a part
the tattooed nun will have to depart
for the rules are guarded here,
with sword and spear.
teased by flames
while jumping hoops of love
and where the whole group
stands on top or bottom as above
riding on the notes of the voices
drifting amongst the copulating butterflies
tasting the smell and being the music
we dance

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