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Iron Pentacle Poem Cycle: Sex Point #1 December 15, 2009

Posted by frostwolftfirerose in Poem-A-Day.
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Cobalt blue flame tippets out
from the Godly-Frosty-Lupine
Crown– I, Divine Working.
Cotton/poly, wool shackles
cannot conceal the fullness
surging forth, timeless, starward
and terracore-ward venturing.
I am fearless, majestic, strong–
a walking oasis of connection
dispelling corn chip wraiths, former
mousketeer zombies seeking
disruption in Sahara unmet yearnings.
Blast all that staleness to kala
and back!  Look on the nakedness
(if you dare) and tremble.  Feel
the awe from peacock angelfire
infusing the husks and blasting
debris with the withered vines.
For I am spring bursting forth
A vision, wholeness and growth.


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