Poetry Play...

Me just messing around with words last night at Tart-to-Tart...

I love a garden that smells
Of compost and earth
I love a kitchen that smells
Of garlic, bread, or juice
I love a bedroom that smells
Of persuasion and birth
And I love a mind that smells
Of use.

Blackberry pastries, almonds and lime
Mulches, leaf pieces, time,
Fresh-lotioned pinkness, pulled to a prime,
Take me home, show me your mind.

Lacquer my world with your ideals of youth
Coat the cake with enticing fair substitutes
In the end my numbed heart only rises to truth
I love a soul penetrated with use.

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God, I love words, even when I like their arrangement in the roughest form...