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summer_jackel) wrote2016-04-19 08:53 pm
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love in the bracken
Ailea sang—-
oh my beloved, will you lay down with me
in the new and tender bracken, in the spring grass
with the nodding bluebonnets surrounding us,
the meadow-stars blessing us;
may I taste your throat, and the valley of your collarbone
may I expose you, in the new sun, the tiny droplets
of the fallen dew, the sudden showering of rain—-
there are thorns in the grasses, oh my beloved
but I will laugh when the little spider dances over my belly
if your lips are there to trace her footsteps—-
we are creatures tasked, my love, our time
so brief and hard to place, like spring
but we are here, and this is all, like joy, there is.
oh my beloved, will you lay down with me
in the new and tender bracken, in the spring grass
with the nodding bluebonnets surrounding us,
the meadow-stars blessing us;
may I taste your throat, and the valley of your collarbone
may I expose you, in the new sun, the tiny droplets
of the fallen dew, the sudden showering of rain—-
there are thorns in the grasses, oh my beloved
but I will laugh when the little spider dances over my belly
if your lips are there to trace her footsteps—-
we are creatures tasked, my love, our time
so brief and hard to place, like spring
but we are here, and this is all, like joy, there is.