annie lennox blasts
outside the word
the ground's buckling
– ride 'em, cowboy –
bustin' bronco style
you gaze out to where
acts of God untold unfold
despite your rational explanation
for everything, it's plain
you couldn't hold your horses
took what wasn't yours
a simpering piddle of discharge
oozed onto crisp clean sheets
piffle you say, when she complains
you won't be held responsible
lubricious
no more
i love you
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Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
