I’m a bit of a backwoods baby girl

In my delicious, lush like blackberries dripping purple from a vine feminine era

Maybe we could crush some up and dye my skin

Later lick away the sour sweetness raw tongue hot against me

The exchange of heat tickling the bare inches of our bodies as you move closer

I am small and sweet, like a berry held between your fingertips

Place that berry juice exactly where you want it

Purple stained handprints across my body

From length of spine, seeds intermingled with the sticky paint

Your arms wrapped so tight around my ribs

Just like the bush covering over the earth below

As if they dig themselves inward to the moss and soil

Those brambles a holy crown of touch, desire, ecstasy

Our hillbilly ritual of protection and magic

My body wrapped in fruitful thickets of supple delight

From the vine

To make mine