In Ancient Ruin

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The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her, and

with advantage inhale

the heavy offering

from between the jaws

of her open thighs.

 

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache,

then, enthralled against

the serpent earth,

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled

in ancient ruin.

 

words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Tommy Carroll

Wed 11th Aug 2021 12:52

Cheers KJ
I get your point...
Tommy

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keith jeffries

Sun 30th May 2021 10:42

So very descriptive yet beautifully written as to stir the imagination and retrieve past memories.
A good poem
Thank you for this

Keith

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