The bad seed :: takes root :: roots extend :: in the head :: A constant branching :: budding bursting :: away :: and away :: and away :: roots branch and extend :: The Holy Schism :: Mother's breast :: bisected :: salt and milk :: curdle :: then settle :: into the nine creamy layers of Hell :: roots extend :: bury into Her pith :: bisected :: a honeysuckle rut :: Mother screams :: a poisonous :: foam :: spraying Her wither around :: killing :: the sacred cow :: :: :: there :: there She is :: the pretty blight :: the slit :: in the stem pursed tight :: down lower :: over two hills :: to a black and blue lagoon :: Mother in bloom :: Her putrid flower :: slaps open sloppy :: wide :: open :: for osmosis :: for curdled spore spew :: sucking flaccid :: with lips and teeth
Stolen in tact the passion, that field now lacks
No boundaries, this weight is lifted off my back
Running fast on the tracks
In the cracks of my skin crawls the experimental
Paranormal treasures for your plunder
Nose in the pheromones
Will your molecules react?
Love is chemical.
The spirit of life hides in the flowers
That I jacked, just to give to you, pretty girl...
So maybe you'll be defenseless
To my emotions I wish to unpack
Oh there you are..
This is yours.
On the river's bank - discarded waders
dropped there, cast aside the day before. A
little yellow orchid drooping, damsel-
head in danger, wanting fellow flowers,
wanting pollination, hoping summer's
kindly fingers touch upon the shadows.
No different she is,
from a tender creeper,
eyes, bloomed flowers
As if swayed by a wayward wind,
she turns, gazes at me with a desire
the intensity of which is
palpable in more ways than one.
Wafting scent of woman;
invitation for pollination
Erect of echoes, the virile resonance quaking lust -
Throbbing caverns shudder to climax inciting vestal musk
Entranced of nocturnal bedevilment - barefaced in galactic greens,
Spores ethereal yet concealed to the Queen
Sumptuous omphalos; her ecstatic womb engulfing the bloom,
Carnal reckonings devoid of Mosaic release as panting creatures swoon
Vigorous pollination morphing the nectarean sheath
Roused stamen shrivel in an animus induced retreat
Again we'll rise to salute our idol
In burning continuance:
With pleasure recompensed.
and so life makes life.
the strange beauty
flowers allowing insects
to mediate, relegate, perpetrate
and consummate their ancient ritual,
their sacred act of reproduction.
A third party multispecies orgy of sorts.
But the bees never get off.
truly takes the task a touch further
than the innumerable sea animals
who mate in mass,
whole schools of fish
releasing egg and sperm
in a surging swarm of sex,
generating the next generation.
and so life makes life.