A mouth that’s raised on thirst must yearn
for lips kept coiled around the sea’s
green seed, unfolding like a fern
to spread her lace upon the breeze.
He scented her among the spoils
of gently cultivated care
and rooted out the wholesome soils
within the tendrils of her hair.
He coveted the nursery aisle
that fertilized her fiddle-head,
the gardener who shed a smile,
immaculate, upon her bed.
Her suitor seeming debonair,
her sails expanded to his touch
as to the sun, still unaware
that he was handling her too much.
| Copyright © 2017 by Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena. He is the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |  |
Magnificent! I cherish these lines, both Eric’s & Susan’s. Good morning!
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