Bounty
by Aoibheann Doyle / Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Bathe in pale purple Light
The morning brings chocolate eyes awake
The sight of you infuses Ancient scripts
Of Citrus groves and dusky Tuscan Nights…
Scurrying up River trees and forest ferns
Melting ‘moro and past alike.
Absolute Presence is the magic of Now
My Blue is Coming through so Bright.
Latin eyelashes and Roman Mouth
Honest tongue on open Hands
Fills up a Cornucopia of Earthly Delight
The Feast, the Flesh and Delicious Affection
We row out to sea aboard our ‘Ship
The Goddess waves and Glorious Grip.