Playdirt
when things are springing and
i'm diggin' into a lively summer
and the sun's downing the day
and the earth's warm with love
i play, i dig, i dream
i work, then play some more
i pluck, and turn, and wet
my appetite for life
retiring to repast
i pull my digits to
a pentagon point and
inhale - deeply the scents
from under fingernails
a loamy tanged radish
relishing heritage cukes
meeting bliss of better boys
better days, even now
a botany so lustful,
and good moaning too
soon the cooling solstice
will fallow your terra
but now, your swelling,
your musky fragrance
brings ****** of appreciation
and appetite for even more
to wish to share it
the sheerness of light
the fragrant breeze inhales
the sense of scents
and a budding lingual taste
- the dirt of desire
© Goode Guy 2013-05-28
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