Spilling forth

To wash this Earth

Things that make the rains bow

Rinse us clean

Radical, righteous, renewal

Destroy, negate, deteriorate

This state, this womb

Vacant, naked

Willing, wanting

Needing, aching for our seed

To be buried deep in the warm mud

Beneath her beautiful belly

Taking root

Taking hold

Taking time to give glory to her majesty

To run delicate fingers finely through fair hairs

Dark hairs, short, long hairs, everywhere

Tasting her rainbow

Just like the rain goes

Pour passionately over this pulsating, perspiring body boldly

Hold nothing back

Come, come down until new life sparks

New morning dawns for those once desperately in the dark

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