- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Women of the Triple Moon
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Mote:
A thousand tropics
in an apple blossom
The generous earth itself
gave us lief.
The whole world
Became my garden!
---William Carlos Williams from 'Asphodel, that Greeny Flower"
A thousand tropics
would barely represent
our complex variety.
Hot and wet,
lush and wild,
we are the jungle!
We cannot be seen
in an apple blossom
even by Georgia O'Keefe.
We are more
than sweet pink-
too complex for Spring!
Nubile Priestesses,
Rubenesque Goddesses,
the generous earth itself.
Rolling hills
reflecting
voluptuous curves!
Breaking away from
mainstream religiousness
finding sensuality
gave us lief.
We embrace
the yin of darkness!
Twinkling beneath stars,
quivering with pleasure
we know night and shadows are
a respite:
the whole world
resting in balance!
Planting seeds of joy
Anais Nin was right;
sprouting is our new hobby.
Infinite
universe
became my garden!
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