Raven Water

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 Eyelids. Kimberly C. Magill