Artichokes like Comets
This Exotic Thing
I was become with the shape of it,
that familiar form.
That thought provoking,
beautiful, mysterious thing.
I had seen her in my dreams,
hips like goodness filled with
cocoa and nuts, and delicate
lines, yet strong and powerful.
Hips that can move mountains,
break a man in two.
Give birth to us,
and keep on being ever so
Enchanting.
I was become with the shape of it.
This exotic, yet familiar thing.
Unforgiving and in love,
I was taken.
She was to be mine and
I was to be to mutually,
hers.
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