Sunday, November 8, 2020

The Gardener

 

The Gardener

The gardener tends Her garden

as the Dominant force of attention

The canvas blank and dormant

like flesh awaiting lust's ascension

She scans the subject carefully

scanning places for Her preparation

a mound, protected, gathers Her eye

perfect for furrowing and separation

She slowly moistens the area gently

creating openings for Her view

a nod, a smile, it fits into Her plan

fingers mixing the wetness into goo

She grasps Her manufactured seedling

and inserts its length into the hole

once planted, it moves about with ease

the garden almost gasping to Her goal

She smiles seeing the fruits of labor

and where the planting had been

planning with Her thoughts of mind

when soon She will garden once again

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