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Gaia
Apr 1, 2011 6:41:12 GMT -8
Post by dragonyear on Apr 1, 2011 6:41:12 GMT -8
Our Mother Earth
The whispers suggest
Her center is a smoldering molten core
All consuming melt of fire
I am skeptic of this witchery called science
Imagining the center to have a heart much like mine
Vulnerable and sore
Vibrant muscle drumming in gratitude
Capillary tunnels flowing out spreading life
Her blood runs blue
Into cavernous basins
Crystalline grotto of shimmering hue
Beating so profoundly
Resonating to the whole in a world that thrives on music
In purity of tribal ritual to intricate unfurling of orchestral fantasia
Echoes of hollow sharp brass cutting the steady pound to the march to war
To serene fluid lickings of virgin fingertips caressing the strings of the harp
The steamy moaning, dripping sex of onyx lips singing Mississippi blues
Surging vibrations in vast myriad of artery carnations
Fed by blood pumping of the same hallowed maternal heart
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