beneath the crying tree
she sits
twisting ruby hair
into serpent braids,
chartreuse ribbon
defiant like the seine itself,
she prays,
apples soon to blush,
“Nothing #bad blooms from good”
she sings to the sky,
as the rope above,
sways.
#vss365#NALove
dost thou know
our thoughts intermingle
like lovers two,
#criss cross
upon a heather-damp moor
thigh twined with thigh
tongues drunk on mist
purple buds below
frenzied in morn’s lust,
dost thou know, my darling,
dost thou?💜
#vss365