Poppy, Georgia O'Keeffe-- reposted via Net Fair Use copyright exemption
Ode to the Mound of Venus
I have found my sacred flower
Is that not the tumescent aching of her heart
She undoes me with her shameless power
She undoes me with her untamed power
She pulses, moistens, plays a burning part
O taste and see this brazen flower
I knew little of my hungry bel fior
I had no blueprint for the art
Now I have found a secret pleasure for les heures.
I have found a secret pleasure for the hours
Touching her, ecstatic waters part
O marvel at my brazen flower.
I adore my honeyed bel fior
She blooms by swelling in the dark
I break a sweat from her bien sur,
The red wet slaking of her heart.
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Alternative version below, closer to a classic villanelle--?
Ode to the Mound of Venus ii
I have found my sacred flower
Is that not the tumescent aching of her heart?
She undoes me with her shameless power.
I have found a secret pleasure for the hours
She pulses, moistens, plays a burning part
I have found my sacred flower.
The poppy’s taste is sweet and sour
I had no blueprint for the art
She undoes me with her shameless power.
She torments me in my untamed hours
She pulses, moistens, quivers like a hart
I have found my sacred flower
She tickles me pink within her bower
Touching her, ecstatic waters part
She undoes me with her shameless power
There’s no time to spruce up in the shower
She blooms by swelling in the dark
I have found my sacred flower
She stuns me with her shameless power.
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
