Seeds
"Seeds"
Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy
opens the light
inside me
cracked eggshell
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind
in the smallness
of me
something
quietly blooms
ragged yet refined
a gecko changing colours
rides Godiva barefeet along a spine
the tracks of all your breadcrumbs
autumn leaves lie scattered
there you enthrall me I am succumbed
a forest full of stories
romancing wintered histories
making love glamour
from some god-damned awful tragedy
raindrops
now metronome paused
to verily
become
there you whisper secrets
swaying away we dance in time
pressing temples worshipped
velvet beds grass-stained
causality,
there are
victorious
verdant signs
silver moonlit in the mist
two crushing bodies warmed
now sheltered
from what was cold
silent prayers
hands touch
an exotic mind
stop watch pause rewind
ashes from a past death
you paint love hearts
on my limbs
war paint
dust to dust
now each other's curious quarry
in this small death
confederate ghost
I shimmer in your eyes,
perilous fey
in rapturous disguise,
the weather doesn't worry
I gift you trust
I shimmer in your azure skies
laid out on moss blanket
the wet and ready forest floor
a kindness unrecognised
pulls out reeds of truth
buries frayed ropes saxophone blue
unbound, buried once 6 feet in lies
the rosy naked sensate
eyes bless the berries
tongues speak to
taste ripe beckoning lips
a quest to open
holy grail
a portal
and a gate
all sensibilities
kiss what has been missing
passion's fruits spill the honeyed nectar
drunk on prophetic visions
a ripe red heart
pulsating next to mine
a voice that
speaks at long long last
"I know you,
I know what's in your mind"
wakes the shaking climbing vines
where heaven’s scent
star anise and lilies intertwine
sex cerebral grows overgrown
within the
yearning climb
bodies sing like
willows bending
in a storm
new summer scorches
defibrillates and reigns again
hot reckoning
enraptured emerald greens
seasoning new stories
arousing dreams
planting futures' seeds
A bed of purple violets
and blue forget-me-knots
a crown of daises
wild roses, thorns piercing sensuality
sharp nibs to write
what remains of a story
tattooed rivulets of red
upon alabaster skin
The Forest
is all mine
The Forest
is all yours
Make what of it
what you will
closing past
opening new doors
seeds,
new forest soil to till
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
éclosion / Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/MVobZa369ks
"Datura" / Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY
“What liars poets
and everybody were!
They made one think
one wanted sentiment.
When what one
supremely wanted
was this piercing,
consuming,
rather awful sensuality.”
D.H. Lawrence
“It was as if thousands and thousands
of little roots and threads of consciousness
in him and her had grown together
into a tangled mass,
till they could crowd no more,
and the plant was dying.
Now quietly, subtly,
she was unravelling
the tangle of his consciousness and hers,
breaking the threads gently,
one by one,
with patience and
impatience to get clear.”
D. H. Lawrence
https://www.tonyandersonmusic.com/
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2021
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