My love, my love
a poetic ode to the fecund earth
By Adriane GibersonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Gabriel Jimenez on Unsplash
I want to grow a field of dahlias
as an hymn to the sun,
offer my bare-soled feet in a prayer
of gratitude to soil,
circumambulate the garden to ask
the spirit of water
to soothe, to smooth the roots of all the things
that grow within the depths.
I want to fall in deep love with the earth,
dig my fingers into
its dark humus, like the lover it is,
to lift them out again
after seeding, so I have black dirt nails.
I want to have wind-kissed
cheeks flush the way they do when aroused and
sated, on repeat, pluck
warm berries, touch their warmth to parted lips.
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About the Creator
Adriane Giberson
words become things
writer + artist
on a mission to follow my curiosity
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