Poem: Tangled

vine grow

Tangled

Inside the foliage a new stalk grows
and twists around the fold of each arm
You touch me with your spring,
embrace me with your summer
We rub together, winding in the wood
When you leave it is
winter’s sun setting too early

Bring back your spring to me.

Let us lie again in soft moss
beneath the shade of summer
     Our limbs a turning vine
     my breasts as berries
     your lips are wine
Thistle milk rolls down our legs
Sap sticks to our fingers like candy

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Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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