In Her Garden
“Oh, Thor, the sun is playing
with you and there is a sweat
on your face!” Wife said.
Strolling in the garden
of her life, the fruits are ripen
‘though the air is so dry.
“Thor, let me pick
a juicy strawberry for your
mouth!” She teased.
I led her—
as she closed her eyes, sipping
my rugged breath.
“I’ll be your earth, my Thor. Sow your seeds
in me. I’ll water them with dews of my heart
and keep them warm in the womb of love!”
Gently, I bent my head at her breasts
and smelled the honey-scented milk
of her sweet Clematis Cirrosha skin.
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