If you catch her at sunrise
with fistfuls of dirt
and sweat on her lips,
tell her;
the burden of planting seeds
will never be shared
by the men who plucked
all the midnight flowers
blooming in her bed.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
If you catch her at sunrise
with fistfuls of dirt
and sweat on her lips,
tell her;
the burden of planting seeds
will never be shared
by the men who plucked
all the midnight flowers
blooming in her bed.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
Quite simple yet enticing!
Eager to see them seeds grow and read more from you 🙂
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Its a lovely poem.
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I love this poem!
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Oh I love this poem.
Midnight flowers, so enticing but reminds me of that great quote from Rita Hayworth; ” Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda and woke up with me”
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Damn.Good stuff.
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This is striking. Love the rhythm and imagery.
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I suspect those men would be very unhappy if she did get her hands on them.
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Wow, amazing writing. Driven with so much emotion.
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Some articulation-amazing!!
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I felt this one. Blooming beautiful words
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This woman possess perseverance.
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