legs crossed
bad housewife
crucified to damp stone
here I stand
trained & trimmed
hair long pecked away by crows
buds rubbed smooth
scarified carapace of skin
squab & sweet
there's a gorgeous letting go
in splitting sloughing
tasting rain
at night
dreaming I can take off
fly blind over the estate houses
your leaden angel
love x
ReplyDeleteTasting the rain, the houswife, was to sit. To ponder over words of love. Reading, sweeping and ever cleaning. Words of love, ever seeming, to be relieving, the good houswife is power and love, and allways enduring, the good housewife is therefore love, to the unbelieving. x
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