she put all her knowing into me like a funnel poured all her wild beauty into my insides so at night I feel shadows of the Shoshoni dancing backwards inside me my fists are wrapped up in the mane of her insatiable desires I am just trying to hang on.
03/10/2010
Posted on 03/11/2010Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
Wonderful. That ending was very impacting. And I like the imagery at the beginning especially.
So much said in these brief lines/stanzas...I love the flow, the craft of your imagery, how it is delivered..."in the mane of her/ insatiable desires"--one of those lines you wish you wrote!...kudos poet...a pleasure to read you again, peace, jewels
This is an absolutely stunning bit of imagery...fit for the wild hunt or the living room fireside...a most worthy poem of the day!