Ivory knives pierce the skins of reddened grapes
Juices burst, Earth's fertile life-blood
That intoxicates caressing fingertips and
Slips down the sides of her marble waist
The wild grass and wheat braid themselves
Into her dark, lustrous tresses; bold and aloof
Her eyes are inescapable pools of honey
Cotton-white blossoms, plucked from
Verdant forests, bleed endlessly
Viscous and hearty drops of crimson dew
Brave saplings, clothed in ashes
Peek out from with the frosty womb
Like her snow-kissed cheeks above the
Early morning stirrings; the bluebird and
Finch make their nests amongst the dry
Bark and tender spring stars
Narcissus wave lazily, beckoning her
With golden arms and silver voices
And she begins to laugh as the fawns
Scamper across the lines of her nose
Leaving careful, acorn hoof-prints
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