Sheltered in your liquid curls
I'm slipping down your wet mounds:
tasting the salt in my mouth,
shooting the tube;
and when I come
out I'm exhilarated:
at one with the life blood
of the planet,
in tune with the Spirit of God,
immersed in the original baptismal:
primeval soul soup!
A contest entry
- God's handwriting. .. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You made a magic with the words and the immagery become the magic eye to bring the hidden truths of life..I love this piece..well done....thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece....
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