Rapunzel

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Rapunzel

The body does not sleep as it is bid:
It opens and seeps and flowers
Its ministries are ineluctable

Even in nocturnal folly
It urges an awakening unto the dream
It completes itself on the stem
Of a young man who cannot wait

One more second, every part is felt
Even his androgynous kisses remind
The sleeper of her  processes
As she uncoils her lustrous fibres
To accept his calling, grasping
The base of a tower

Awakening  in love
With her fingers
Upon her tongue.

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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