No Man's Land
oh ...
there is a place
of mystery and captivation
where the weary edges of a woman's day
are crimped in wild whispers
and trimmed with nectarous need ...
where the twilight meanderings of her heart
become far more than fancies
and the cottony petals of her bloom
are bared to the touch, seductive ...
slopes of an integument, soft
that wind, lazy, to a wellspring of wonder
a paradise to shame the Gardens of Babylon
and rob the breath of any
who dare to solve its erotic enigmas
or gain a passionate passage ...
few ever find their way
and even fewer
are blessed to turn
its tender key.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice C, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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