Saturday, July 31, 2010
Akin to .
Sprinkle me like you pepper the omelet over the hills..
Need wings to fly over the green magic..
Tiger roars and pug marks for company,
A fine drizzle wets and wafts over the face somnambulant
Slush squeaks heartily underneath the pair of sneakers
Earth breathes its soul in the
And the birds mimic the unknown piano keys
Tongue pops out to slurp in the sulfur taste of the rain drops that slip in
Rocky mossy globs a browsing elephant calf ?
Winding footpaths unravel lush pubic hairs unseen in a country maiden
Pausing on a cliff , a distant roar wafts in ,
the unseen liquid diver , a waterfall in all its lyrical strength.
This must be akin to ...