This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Of this moment what is it that you want?

Her gallant nakedness clutching at flowers
and shaking herself upright again.

Her margins and chest filled with grand laughter
at the things she’s most ready to do.

Her eyes reading wonderfully tall and magnificent letters
dispatched from all points of her reach.

Her lips coursing a voyage over freedom with a blazing hope,
shaking the limbs of all dread-filled faces.

Her émigré colors moving together; loving, holding
one another in luscious, tender whispers.

To witness her thighs draped over our ready shoulders
as we seek out her yielding flesh.

The winged creature with her supple neck bent down,
smiling upon her just desserts.

Her rebellious shape hovering over the people’s hunger,
steadying herself for eager tongues.

That she rise up now, and with her flesh, wet and yearning,
Touch upon those most in need.

Her long and loving hands opening up to us in freedom,
lifting our sleepy faces to the sun.

© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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