Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Madonna

I am breakfast
Squeeze me like an orange
Let my sticky, sweet juice
Run between your fingers.

Your nipples wink at me
In that summer dress.
You are an origami crown,
I hold you to the sky in wonder.

We were children folding days
With deep creases in summer,
Naked in that precise heat.
I wear you always.

We are bodies, liquid, bruised by love
On the handrails of the river.

4 comments:

Inkblot said...

let go the handrails...lovely!

Cocaine Jesus said...

as always smart and neat and so nice to be able to read.
welcome Russell.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Inkblot - Let go and we are free! Thanks inkblot, glad you liked it.

CJ - Thanks for all the great words! It is great to share this blog with you; as I get time i hope to post a lot more here.

Enemy of the Republic said...

Damn this is good.