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Rape

Contributed by Arymes on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 10:16:48 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

Investigating a flower
I study the stamen and
pistol, the pollen sticking
to my fingers is obscene.
I brush it away on my blue
jeans and probe on.

the bees are busy in the summer...

Taking stock and violating them,
I think of the bees and the odd
love triangle...flower to bee to flower.
Ashamed I look away and return a
second later, peeling away leaves,
the petals, a bizarre striptease.

I rub my finger along the stamen, then
rip into the body to the ovaries...
I hold them in my hand, embarassed.
I turn a shade red like the lily I am
holding.

She is beautiful, even crushed and
leaking on my fingers.
Her sap streams down my hands
and I supress the urge to taste it.
From the pollen on my thigh,
I hope to create a new breed.
What will happen if....

I smear it on the stock
and on the marigolds.
I gently caress their secret places
and hope that no one sees me smile.
What will happen if...

Will they breed, will there be something
between them and me?
Thinking on this I become dizzy
and sit down hard on the grass,
broken lily in my hand.

We are both spent.

Copyright © Arymes ... [ 2004-02-13 22:16:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Rape (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 11:23:19 PM AEST
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This is the most bizarre look at Mother Nature I have ever read. I did read it all the way through so something kept my attention. Maybe my brain just didn't understand how someone could view Nature's glory like this.

Rita

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