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| The Stinging Nymphs: Desert, Forest and Ocean
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Not yet fully arrived;
Yet stinging with the girl-now demeanor;
Sexually experienced but ostensibly innocent;
Tired of the non-real world;
Refusal to no longer be trampled by the daily grind of alarm clocks, traffic and subordination;
They left the city behind in one glorious and triumphant exodus;
Each became her true self;
Their substance is simplicity;
Their incarnation is nondescript;
Desert has a sultry smile that dances with a yellow, transitory gradation;
The sand binds with cracked mud;
Free and unobtrusive tumbleweed;
Sun darting in a blanketing fashion warms the now with indelicate precision;
Nothing has to go anywhere and Desert runs with that;
Forest laughs and tugs at men with fruitful derision, tender scorn;
These trees are incorrigible and scandalous;
The avuncular redwoods dance every night with their lovely friend: The Wind;
Silence is their collective enemy and no living anything in the night tumult gets even remotely tired;
Ocean glides sensually with lively nipples mounted on perfect breasts;
The jellyfish roams around so light and airy;
The sun's rays glide with oblong movement through the coral;
Other women are:
Dusty trails with pseudo feminine wiles
All tied up in some last ditch effort to be
Desired
Completed
Complemented
By an elusive prince whose carriage continues on!
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Posted by joshfarris on 2008-02-16 22:09:13 | Rating: | Views: 37
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