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Ryder Rose Apr 2014
My rich ****** soil desperately lingered, ached, and yearned during the
melancholy hours  of the night, patiently  waiting to be kissed by the
incandescent  of your aura,  And as  spring  approached  sapphire,
crimson  and gold  gleamed onto me with all of it’s resplendent
glory, I  was  touched universally  by the  sincerity  of  your
luscious  seeds  as  they  settled  infi­nitely  within  me,

I was torn apart as your roots spread through my
body, igniting all of my senses, With pure satisfaction I
blossomed reds  lavenders  and blues, And  if your seeds were
to be blown to another garden, my flowers would no longer breathe
in  hope,  for  all  possibilities  of   cultivation  would  be  diminished,
Yet you  still  drizzled  light  showers  of promises  that  kept  me  alive,

And soaking me with faith they said;

You’ll always be the only one I want

And how somber it is that I was naïve and beyond deceived
by you, and when you left I began to rip up all of the flowers you
planted within my body, hoping to destroy every lasting piece
of you remaining

And although you can no longer can see all of the vibrant colors that
Seeped of your love and affection,
Your roots will forever remain
Eternally Embedded deep
inside of me, never letting me forget you

Because after tasting your love dear;
I know that I’ll be starving for the rest of my life

Because it has been 2,291 days since you left the meadow

And I’ve been in a drought since

*B.K
Marion Clarke Apr 2014
Paper thin top soil
Cracks seep through
Red dirt.
Bloodless gashes
Simmering summer soil
Baked turf.
Rolled gold haze
Aches as the
Country stretches its skin-
Near breaks
******* teeth
******* itches
Red earth fit-
              To burst in a
Dark cloud of dust,
Choking soft as to soak
The moisture fresh
From your lungs.

Blinding blue sky
Set for worship
On a tall horizon
Too far, too high
For common souls-
                  To float on a      
Breath of sweet dry air,
Eternal journey to sunset
Small piece of a dream
To chase a grey cloud
From sky to west.

Where subterranean
Creeks used to slip by
Rise in a ***** of land
Where water once carved
                          Its roam
Now the winds sweep
All traces away
Back toward the sea,
And fair beyond
The aching dry eyes
Of the sons of
This red earth,
A mist lies awake
And prays for rain.

— The End —