The Other Tree
Black syrup.The nuns were outraged
At the mess, the overt juiciness,
I stole some for her, letting them fall
Into my hands like sun-wild children's kisses-
Purple from fingertip to elbow
We grabbed at them, crushing them into our mouths
While they were full of heat and sticky solar life
I will steal any fruit for my mother
Gladly immoral.
At the mess, the overt juiciness,
I stole some for her, letting them fall
Into my hands like sun-wild children's kisses-
Purple from fingertip to elbow
We grabbed at them, crushing them into our mouths
While they were full of heat and sticky solar life
I will steal any fruit for my mother
Gladly immoral.
The nuns cut down the mulberry
Dirty sacrament offended them-
The blood of Pan
Was too much
For their white thin mouths.
Dirty sacrament offended them-
The blood of Pan
Was too much
For their white thin mouths.
Copyright Veronica Aldous
published September 2015
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