|Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton|
As perspiration trickles downward
and heat waves its heavy hand,
my eyes seek sustenance
from her sculpted form.
I lick salt from thirsty lips,
wonder if she sweats at all.
My eyes drink her in
as she entices beneath the sycamore.
I accept her offer,
lower myself upon her broad chest,
and sigh the sigh
of a man well loved.
Her cool arms promise
she will never lie,
she will never leave
and I rest my head, and believe.
I rouse, raindrops glisten upon us,
farm house chimes tickle the cool breeze.
Refreshed, I leave her slumber,
her demarcation clearly marked.
I belong to her.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 8, 2012
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|Photo courtesy of Gemma Wiseman|
This is a triple! Meaning, I have combined three challenges.
Magpie Tales #125 - the top photo prompt
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Challenge featuring Gemma Wiseman
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Word with Laurie - Demarcation - the act of creating a boundary around a place or thing.