swallowed
pondered presence of her pointed platitudes
beckon beneath Pueraria lobata
with her touting tendrils of tenacity
likened to my heart
sprigs of sprouting soma singing silently
‘neath her nesting nefarious nymphomany
satirically seducing in song like Sappho
likened to my soul
a cunning, caging and consuming cocoon
like a woman who would wrap her wreath of wrath
about another as the vine that ate the South
likened to my womb







my little blue star out shines them all 





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