her body spoke volumes like dusty and tired old tomes
like mist on the waters seemed his silly little poems
her creases and crevices abound with mysteries untold
ancient rites through bloody oaths from willing thighs were cajoled
lest her secrets incantations and lustful songs lie fallow
after begging and screaming crying to please bury the seeds shallow
lest the toils of time garner sweet fruits from their labours
allow them a taste some sweet nectar to savour
let them kiss the cool rains and suck the warmth of the sun
like a desperate lover whose journey begun
with lies and with hate
and with a hunger to sate
her secrets they with grace unfurl and divulge with despair
all the memories the wishes she has breathed into the air
the blue of blood mingles with that of the sky
the seas and oceans heave with each tearful sigh
when the last of her doors has finally been opened been flung and been thrown
after the vainglorious of followers of their last seeds have sown
neath trembling flesh weak bitter and unpure
only the diehard and foolhardy will certainly endure


















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