Begin The Begin Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Begin The Begin
Who beget who?
He gets.
She gets.
They've met
in a heat field
of slow feeling
and summers sweet peace.
Entrancedby a silken sheath,
golden veined, scarlet stained,
perfumes of frankinsense and myrrh,
entwined in the
trembling existence
of two unknown people,
the purity
of known nature
and sacred attraction....
they are apt to forget
who beget.
Waf
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5/12/2024 4:13:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The wording is perfect in every detail, the imagery conveys the scene so succulently its like being a voyeur in the affair, some fantastic lines my favorite the purity of known nature and sacred attraction.... like the best description of describing a soul mate, or just. Thanks you Sally
Cheers, Kevin. A lovely comment that is much appreciated. My best regards t you