Poetry/Prose

A Rosy Disposition

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He tripped

Into Earth’s verdant bossom

Vixen buds

Possibility!

In season

She bloomed

Intoxicatingly

Testosterone bowed

To his feminine debut

Mesmerizing!

Oh dazzling nature!

Oh tremendous lay!

He thought (!)

Admirable silken feats

Vulnerability

Sacred, ambrosial geometry

Softness; freedom

High on a fragrance

Lost in the petals

Days and whims

Garden weeds

Crept

Weakness unearthed

The patriarchal clock

Prodded midnight

Rags, pumpkins, rats

Shattered mirrors

Sharp edges

Logistics

Slashed her stem

Put her virtue in a vase

Of his limitations

What flower wouldn’t whither?

A throw-away

But first

Penetration

A tiny prick

Driving into his flesh

Twisting on each reflection

Blood dripped

‘Or his beloved papers

Stained his intelligence

With honors?

Sustenance lost

The haunting gained

Alas!

The good Earth never dies

Beauty knows herself

What nature defends

To its infinite bounds

Did it hurt?

Did a tree fall?

Who cares.

She may have been naked

But mother ne’r denied her

A necklace of thorns

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