Cut me asunder Pull me apart Slice me open Like a sanguine orange Red And bursting With the gist of life Life’s force and Life’s mystery A sanguine cove of blooming carnation A sanguine temperament Muted under layers of dust from the reticence From eons of aversion to Our cage of flesh Our shrine of flesh The carnal and orphic and sacred Mother and Earth, dormant but breathing And Red Like rubies in Her womb…
In front of fleeting colors over a sunset sky at dusk I knelt And counted every effervescent decadence I’ve ever been allowed to humor every sharp pain I ever felt puncture my belly Against the mauve ether amalgam of melancholy-blue and fondness-pink. A zefyr came and waltzed away the thoughts and on his billowing breath I saw them flutter Scatter forgetful dandelions among treetops and rooftops against the bruised sky -Sophia Koutsouri
I think about you all the thyme in this day’s sage, my thoughts flutter over to your side to keep you calm, as lemon balm my dearest wish: my arms to be a bay, a leaf of bay your green and tender soul’s nurture and refuge shelter your smile in soothing chamomile and lavender – so fragrant dreams you’ll have of fields of creamy purple far as the eye meets all swaying, straying petals. your…