When her eye splits
and gleams its first streams of light,
Mother adorns her bright blue and cotton white bonnet.
Her boots are the color of the blue zircon.
Her breath:
cool, colorless, calm.
A soft embrace,
while she tenderly kisses our faces.
Gifts spring from her feet
in lemon,
lime,
tangerine,
apricot,
and apple.
Salty tears of joy rain down,
as her children play,
but when she is provoked,
she hisses and strikes
with a powerful might.
Mother closes her brilliant eye,
but not before leaving out nightlights,
that display her amor.














Comments
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- your friendly neighborhood atheist.... is also a HIPPIE
anyway, claire is god clicky clicky ---->~pasta-in-a-tree
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*Galletica*
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- your friendly neighborhood atheist.... is also a HIPPIE
anyway, claire is god clicky clicky ---->~pasta-in-a-tree
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