Full-Blooded Glory
I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled
which barely contains the flesh of fertilitiy's spores.
O Gaia, O Goddess, I long for those days
of iniquitous youth when freedom meant
free from every constraint to play with Satyrs
and Fauns of forest and field as we chase
after Nymphs with bright light still shinning
the sun's youthful truth in their golden fair hair.
I long to follow the arterial, blood-sap flow
of rivers that constantly nurse the infantile hungers
of ravenous earth; then join the beauty Europa
as naked she throws her thin white ivory arms
around God's muscular neck while he absently strokes
the first flush of pink on her pale white breast.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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