baby, someday you will be dead
you'll needlessly of nothing lustful

              bodyheart or

******* hardly be (notbe, infact)
the loving stupor of thy fragrant zone
or the unchaste familiar kissing *******
not sore, not felt (save for rushing of
wormsdirtroots) not beguilers, food
instead be you'll, baby: crush of soil
or finely whitish powder scattered to
mingle in puckish breezes sweeping
the grass in your onceexquisite piercing
waist(so notdead, baby, i wonder if your
green stem supple might slightly acute
chafed of thorn, baby might like my
hands rushing

                            notwormsdirtroots

unfleece you, and in your livid youthful
hipsspilll them full of
                                            me
                                                    ?

When Mother Nature dazzles us with her children and vistas
Reminds us that she is gracious and notbe be abused or messed with
When you are lived beyond neasure and continue to climb a rung  as you venture forward.
Something reminds you that your heart never completely minded from what was and what is
Even now as you venture wanting to do good in tne world
Even now you are still unsure because you never stop learning
It is a process and as it should be

C@rainbowchaser202o