Where Wild Things Grow

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Where Wild Things Grow

His arms caress her wantonness

Her earthy moisture leeches beneath her

In ebbing pools and warm this dank place

Where wild things grow

He plants kisses in feathered dances

Across her hands in little rows

Fever snakes through her cold limbs

While she presses her nose deep

Against the earthen hollows of his neck

Her gray hair still her crowning glory

He pays no mind to her weathered brow

No scar internal or external can diminish her

He sees beauty within her faded hues

Where the timothy grass grows sweet

And captures and delights their sighs;

Once again she’s a free bird that soars beyond his touch.

Selena Howard ©2011

The cover for this is my own art work that I painted

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