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Samantha Nov 2013
Wildberries bleed in between two fists
I clench, bury fingers deep in fleshy fruit
Oozing out and spinning with seeds to the floor below
Licking my forearms, wrists, fingertips
Trying to taste at that sweet ambrosia
To find but bittersweet
Too-ripe-raspberry instead
Everything is an analogy, again, again!
The same old used up ****, no innovation
And I grab, I rip the seams,
(rather sutures; sewn, resewn)
And pick my brain looking for
Any small bits of copper or computer chip parts
That mayhap I might fashion a real beast
To roar and scream, squish up berries and words
And find something honey'd dripping down
Instead of that sickening *******
Sour of spoiled milk and thought
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2016
in terms of plumbing it's called
a plughole, or a brown bear's
hibernation tactic to lick
some fur after binging on salmon
and wildberries...
  to you i prescribe poetry...
it's what anorexics seem to crave
when they want to get fat
with fictional prose...
             i am prescribing you
   a diet of poetry... to get you all
fat prosaics into shape...
    byway of treating asthma too...
or what's called: letting wine to
be uncorked and pouring it
into an aquarium to whisper a little
about its possible scents enclosed
prior to intoxication...
while disclosing that there was
a goldfish named Bob in the aquarium
while this was going on...
and he said: looking at my fishy lips:
call me... bubblegum.
Harshada Kavi Mar 2018
I wish I could bottle for you
the scent of mountain air

Hug you so that you smell
of the wildflowers pinned in my hair

Glide my fingers over your porcelain skin
like the breeze caressing the leaves

Give you with my lips
a taste of glacial waters and wildberries

Bury your face in the rush of my heartbeat,
to the sound of a pine forest breathing

We are two persons
but the forest will make us one.
#forest #lovers #passion #nature #gift

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