Dance of Purity

I slipped my fingers into the depth that abides

between her thighs as to say

"come hither."

Feeling her insides like I am digging for roots,

She is a tall tree.

Her body is strong,

Yet soft

Enough not to break.

She sways with the wind,

I am the wind

and she yields

to me.

My lungs fill with her purity as she sways,

And I breathe.

She sways,

I breathe

and within this chest

I still feel the intricate dance,

Like maybe I was God, and she was the clay,

Or I was the clay

and she breathed life

      into me.

I pressed my hand to her crown

that blossoms with colors I've only seen in dreams.

To pick them, I would never dare.

She is the one to take them from her hair and put them behind my ear

And with clear eyes, say "I want to share."

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You name this an abomination?

You are scared.

Afraid

Because we are tectonic plates, colliding to create

a nation.

Upon these shores you will find no

barricade

Or weapon of war

Only the strength that lay

within this core.

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Soil resides in the crevice of my fingernails

And I do not wish to be cleansed,

For I am a gardener.

And filled with lessons, this ground is dense.

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Come closer to me,

I am a tall tree.

My body is strong,

Yet soft

Enough not to break.