I hope the supple touch
Of all the women I have ever loved
Cascades like rain
Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain
Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips
Chase away the nights gangly grip
Turning barren fields
To blooming bastions
Of roots and seeds, nurtured into
The smile underneath a weeping willow tree
Raise the bones of change
From their dusty graves of grief
Discard your flesh and,
Bare to me only what lies beneath
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
I hope the supple touch
Of all the women I have ever loved
Cascades like rain
Over every inch of this Earth’s terrain
Let the sunrise kiss from her crescent lips
Chase away the nights gangly grip
Turning barren fields
To blooming bastions
Of roots and seeds, nurtured into
The smile underneath a weeping willow tree
Raise the bones of change
From their dusty graves of grief
Discard your flesh and,
Bare to me only what lies beneath