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On Finding Her
Contributed by
Anti
on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 04:56:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I know it to the bottom.
Sprouted naked and blind
I grow into your green arms
in probing uncertainty.
I follow it to the root
and splinter your tongue
with my searching, wooden mouth.
Thirsting, dew-hungry, insatiable
we scorch ourselves.
Slowly and sweetly we unfurl
and find the other
in the frosted, hard earth.
I am entwined in you,
my fibres hooking
onto your poisonous tendrils.
The world is not lonely
because we are alone.
Our souls stare dumbly.
Whether it was my words
or what I did not say
I do not know.
The dark hidden places yield
something bulbously forgotten
Suddenly a hot wind blows
and fountaining with radiant wonder
you bloom beneath my fingers.
I know you to the seed.
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