rambling brambles
reach toward blue above
ground in brown below.
cold water rushes
rivers through gravel,
whispers the way to
scattered secrets.
she plucks clustered kin
from nestled thorns,
collecting huddles
in burrows of gathered skirt.
deep wine bursts
from dark skins, seeps
down fragile fingers,
mingles with crimson
from thriving defenses.
potion of pain and pleasure
sour, sweet
stinging stains
on light, unripe lips.
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