A hummingbird is  etched
at the nape of my neck
below a storm of hair.
She hovers like a tiny moon
sipping cruets of  honeysuckle.
My mind is  a cutlass of emotion,
a chisel of shame or the begging
tongue of a starving feral.
Pink berries perch on snowy slopes,
deeper,  harvests of  Robin’s eggs.
I want to keep them  safe from the
graze of  cold teeth passing  through
a   sky blue dress.
My apple heart  harbors man
whose anger is a ligature winding.
It’s beat is a warm river  of release
or a bleed  across a canvas of  ice.

 

 

shoulder tattoo

tatuajestatua

 

 

 

 

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57 thoughts on “apple woman

  1. You paint a very pretty picture, Holly!
    The cheeky side of me thought, aha, she got a new tattoo! Then I saw the tattoo. This means you might have a tattoo or not have a tattoo. I could be over thinking the whole thing.
    A Frank Angle had a writing challenge. IF -I wrote a poem out of Song Titles with IF in them. Not as beautiful as this piece of prose you’ve penned, but hey! 😀

    I hab a code from -20C and wind, bud hobefully I will recubber, soon!

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  2. Bonjour ou Bonsoir JOLIE FILLE

    De te connaître c’est le bonheur
    C’est ce qu’il y a de meilleur
    T’offrir se partage cela viens du cœur
    De t’avoir parmi mes amis c’est de l’or
    C’est plus qu’un trésor
    Je me sens plus fort
    Chacun de tes passages est réconfort
    Alors à toi je dis merci
    Grâce à toi je souris
    Car tout ce que j’avais envie,

    C’était de te dire merci, merci d’être mon Ami

    Bonne journée ou soirée

    Gros bisous

    Bernard

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