You lay down like a lover
kissing the ground this morning,
hugging every blade of grass
and dripping your dampness
over the earth.
You carressed the grapes
heavy on their vines,
awaiting the press.
Then you lifted yourself,
a shameless flirt,
and rose
to tempt the sun.
yes, yes–very nice
what a co-inki-dink
it was quite foggy here this morning for the first time in I don’t know how long
great poem, too
That fog-of-a-woman has got guts. 😉 It can snake its way through every curve, corner, and crevice, and leave one cold and dreaming of it back.
… which just goes to show how much I’ve enjoyed this piece. 😉 Cheers.