NaPM April 7 2013

[cidermaid]

no time to put any polish into these offerings which is frustrating to say the least...esp when I see how good everyone elses offerings are. (Love your offering Billy. Moss is just so strokeable). Between the orchards, ciderblending and young horses it is silly season here. All work and no play

Berry me.

Brambling,
I lie entangled in your thickets and bloom.
Softly opened white, lightly blushed perfection.
Singularly multiplied towards an Autumn rush, I rise
With desire, a semi-dormant crown
uprising from underground. Sending a tendril
to touch and twine your outstretched limbs.
I rely on you to lift me up.

And when the summer passion abates, fully sated,
I adorn myself with purple gems.
Each a stain of pleasure. Tried by tongue
And sucked into blissful oblivion.
Fermenting rich connections
to remind the wintering mind
of the enduring passion of a wild vine,
that still twines about your lower parts
in prickled protectiveness. Making sore
any who give me cause to show my claws.