Skin on green grass
Legs entwined
Subtly dissolve in the soil
Roses among broken glass
Coffins the size of buildings
And they face giants with petals
Branches reaching for daffodils
With their Sapphic thoughts, assorted by a fatal kiss
And their fetal love, and uteropoetic thrust
The moon wants his money back
For velvet hands lay with thorns
As a blend of masochism and ero-aesthetic.








Vivid and sharp.
Thank you, Thomas W. Case! “)
“Uteropoetic”… wow, I’ve never seen that before! Well, come to think of it, that speculum at the Gyn clinic looks like parentheses.
Hahaha! I found the word. You found the image. I loved it. 😀
Thank you for reading and commenting “)