Solitude of Grass
Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights
On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift touch of silken hair
nervous bristles
That cutting sharpness
fragile green
disappears in dusk
in corners and
leaves
Grass seductively winks
when too close
punishes a tender caress
opens a spine
bares
and severs
***
July 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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