rotten love
blank black eyes
look beyond and stare
this time leave
the trimmings
where they were cut
and fell-
on the floor
to form her
grand fungal tour
veinbound beneath
shadowed earth-
lightless leafs
strung out loose
ready to receive
the drop of
brown-husky flesh
sapless veins
cracking fresh
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Sparse and tasty.
Love the dashes
Stuck the landing.
I love this, especiallythe movement in “fell-/on the floor/to form her/grand fungal tour/veinbound”
Love this! I especially love: “fell/on the floor/to form her/ grand fungal tour.”
I really love idea an a grand fungal tour! I’d buy a ticket.
Pungent, fragrant poem, full of sexual earthiness.
Just the right syllables and love your use of form in this!
Captivating images. I was immediately drawn in to “blank black eyes.”
It made me think of a vegan Nestea plunge. A highly erotic poem yearning for intercourse and communication, as mushrooms do, with everything around – and anything.
Bravo maestro.