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May 20, 2011

Harvest Time

Filed under: malika ndlovu,poetry — ABRAXAS @ 8:10 pm

Blood rivers racing beneath the surface
Heating the golden landscape of my skin
Pores willingly opening, fine hairs rise
Miniature sunflower stems
Following your intoxicating scent
The tantalising rough of your fingertips
Your urgent lips

Vibrating like your Ibanez’ strings
I am supple under the pressure of your touch
Thick moans and melodies lingering
In the sculpted resonating cavity
Resting against your heaving chest
Making every cell in me sing
Desire ripening
Arching towards my dream sky
In my heart it is harvest time

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