02 June, 2012

On the Patio

Charged, bellies full of bubbles
and anger and wheats, they
splay themselves open so
that the words dance.

There is familial love between them.

Prehistoric, semi-aquatic and firm,
their respect shows itself in flames
with the seed of cotton, the ember’s
baritone glow suggesting mischief.

The repeating union always produces light.

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