Beyond Terra

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PICTURE ME THUS
~dates be my mana mulled wine be my ale~

bark in my eyes with a glimmer of sweet molasses
tree in my hair as wind-blown leaves _rustling, swaying
feet the color of Christ shines against the sunat high noon
raw cotton in my hands seeded and untreated attached to burr
face warm as the moon glowing in all its’ many stages _ smiling
lips full and sultry as cool velvet softly overflowing on bare skin
heart endless as the cycling of water through land, sea, and air
wholeness of body well formed enticing as freshly baked bread
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