LITHA
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Lotus-eater, far from home

Smoke drops cinders on green and gold

 

Dipped in lotion, dripping skin

Bitter spittle, her salacious grin

 

Growing roots

Running wild

 

Swell swell swell

Above heaven and under hell

 

A clammy imprint, melting muse

Hot citrine like Flaming June

 

Blessed believers, on our own

The bond is deeper with a sweet venom

 

Vagrant child growing roots

Running wild

 

Swell swell swell

Above heaven and under hell