di-vine

courtesy of Pinterist

 

wom: Sept 1 /’19 : vine

di-vine

I wound da vine
around your breasts
and kissed the petals there.

I poured da wine
into the flute
and sipped the warmth in there.

You are divine
and firmly made
my pillar always there.

( All rights: Poland)

 

Pattern #18 Sphinx

“Bugs”
Photo by Quenby

black sphinx silhouette
face, breasts, lion, wings, cat, sun-god
savvy guard looks out!

Riddle#31 Ancestors

Dreams, it has been said, were the first poems and stories told around the fire in ancient tribal cultures. Jan Hutchinson

We gather, holding baskets
filled with fruit;
seeds and juices
of our loins.

Breasts ready to succor,
feet to serve,
ears to learn
what nurture needs.

Umbilical still grows,
Twists its lullabies;
In and out of sleep
and baths and blankets’ cover.