Finality of summer’s equinox becomes autumnal, pregnant
is winter it slinks
into earthen meadowlarked songs in
but must brush along through springtime’s thighs
like fire with embers myriad colored
sparking orange, blue, reds and all the tertiaries of edible and fruiting math
dripped across the naked breasts of women and gardeners’
smiles
how love does wink at solemn gods’
true wants and their pretend playdough dogmas for the dull to embrace
but old man winter bides his time,
his snowflakes are outlaws fled of watering grave minds
how musical is this mass the sparking night of silent party making forests
where chuckle upon the mountaintops’ bondage promises as freedom
does the owl its fat feet brush away the limbs behind
assumption of flight has no finite tiptop
I try to snapshot this instant of truth
my brain has no such shutter speed, only my blood
where she opens brightly the portal
captures
my only cradle of innocence, where flames of ancient gods grow silent
and the nocturnal forest begins to breathe
utterly breathtaken
Author notes
M O Q U I T A K O D A
J. Morriosn " I touched her thigh,
and Death smiled"
dedicated to my beloved Swan
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Comments
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There is only poet this could be. not among your best, but even your worst is top shelf.
I guess the highlight of this read for me personally was
how love does wink at solemn gods’
true wants and their pretend playdough dogmas for the dull to embrace
playdough dogma... oh you character you. good un. -
I love these amazing words, my Baby. You always impress...every single day. I love you. 
♥
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impressive as always Moq.
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