Guest guest Posted March 24, 2002 Report Share Posted March 24, 2002 Called to the Meadow by the Moon-splitting Eye, I tendril-turned my melonself to face Shams in the Eastern Sky. His Face cracked open - A jungle-melon Smile, And swallowed the day and night - Just so many seeds. Spit them in the wind! And see them break into swifts and terns, turning me to Winebowls sitting on a ledge in sweet, plum-lipped Surrender. Entangled in the jungle of my mind, I spied a melon. I longed to taste it. Longing, looking, fixedly staring, the melon cracked open. And I saw I was a seed inside the Coral Splendour of the melon. Sitting inside a melon, a seed, a fresh fruiting to be, is singing... "Taste me!" Love, Mazie _______________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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