Vines Caress Above, Oil Water Below

December 14, 2009

I warm her ashen skin with each flicker; each touch
impregnated by the earthy scent of vegetation.
There’s a shallow pond somewhere below

and the sunshine showers

over the surface,              turning the water and the oil within it

eighteen different colors;

scales on a lysergic serpent

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