silvicultrix
“What seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my own heart.”
Durga is my drum
she is the skin
I will beat to
feel the flush of life
rise to the surface
red with arousal
like the Palicourea elata
’Hot Lips’
sensitive and endangered,
its leaves curling back
kiss-me-quick
purslane, pursue, prurient,
panting -
I am the rainbow bird
in your palm
fluttering my wings
feed me
your honey
I want someone to stick.
The mallet strikes:
dum, dum, dum, dum
and my wings expand
as the lumen of the heart.
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