Lucid, flowing hands,
Fluid paint brushes arise.
His moist mouth
A well of water and pigment
Embrace her barren body
A brown canvas.
He paints a watercolor landscape
Wrapped in green longing.
Blossoms of chamomile and hibiscus
Grow in her hair of black tea leaves.
The crimson aurora rises on her belly
As the moon in her hands beckons
The tide in his veins.
A raven breaks from her breasts
To feed in her necklace of thorns and black berries.
A waterfall pours from her mouth a
Butterfly that rests on her
Kimberly C. Magill