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Mystery Admission by Siri Lipscomb
No plastic, fur or feathers
I prefer au naturel
So in that vein I won’t complain
When male is what will quell
I recognize the Goddess’s
Sense of psychic order
And know I want to take this man
Beyond his farthest border
The yearning for that other half
Repels convention’s mold
The spirit guide reveals the truth
The delta’s needs are bold
We follow through the grand design
To see what is intended
In holy spirit trinity
Love cannot be offended
11/03/2003 Posted on 11/04/2003 Copyright © 2026 Siri Lipscomb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/05/03 at 10:39 PM Excellent blending of the spirtual and the earthy in an exquisite verse. Very well crafted! |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/07/03 at 11:56 PM Ye I agree the blend melds so well togther...very well done |
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