It was where dreams nestled and slept
that called to him most –
For cotton lands are sprayed with her:
bountiful perfumed roses
dancing in creamed petals.
Starbursts sparked entirely of delight
whilst the heavens sang in rejoice
that redemption was in the tendrils
of angelic harmony.
His hope could only climb
once he was wrapped in the whim
of her ~
and lips are fed blessings
from the breasts of feathering eternity.
His soul caressed with sweeping images
of the untarnished stem –
that cuts but never drinks of the blood.
Honorable mention
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thanks so much Tom 
