Like the womb of a young girl,
The full moon ripens;
With the needs and hopes of the back-lit earth.
In the Garden of Desire
The belly swells;
Moved by its own reflection in a lover's eye.
The growing seed roots us
To the fertile ground;
To stop the spinning world skipping from our hands.
When all is well,
The quick breath slows us down;
Reflecting the pure joy of a warming embrace.
Thoughts collide in the Pandora's box:
The moon of secrets;
When the dream bathes the world in the dreamer's light.
Copyright © 2012 Frank TALKER. Permission granted to reproduce and distribute it in any format; provided that mention of the author’s Weblog (http://poetryftalker.blogspot.com/) is included: E-mail notification requested. All other rights reserved.
