Good Lass, Earth

[PaulSteveLaurence]

Before porn on screens

held in your hands

postered our flesh

into a cliché,

a see, hear,

no inhale, touch, taste.


It was our secret.

Myrtle and wine were banned,

so we put it in the honey pot

and called it milk for our lass,

the earth, an offering,


and between our thighs

was a little myrtle perfume

a honey pot

for men to sup our milk


past the petals

that held a mystery

that healed and mothered


so it was a hot delight

for you when you entered

through our doors into light


like a snake amongst the healing

of our well tendered gardens

herbs pungent and lively.


And, yet, is your knowledge

of what was once secret

a blessing, or as life, two edged ?

[ray miller]

It was our secret.

Myrtle and wine were banned,

so we put it in the honey pot

and called it milk for our lass,

the earth, an offering,

I think if I understood what it was then I'd get the rest of the poem, but I don't and I can't.

[PaulSteveLaurence]

It was our secret.

Myrtle and wine were banned,

so we put it in the honey pot

and called it milk for our lass,

the earth, an offering,

I think if I understood what it was then I'd get the rest of the poem, but I don't and I can't.

Thankyou for commenting Ray. The first liquid mentioned is alcohol which N, calls milk and feeds to the earth, the second is female ejaculation which is expelled from a woman’s cervix in very small quantities (a few drops) and is milky and sweet.

[Antcliff]

Couldn't make much of this one, Paul. Sorry.

It feels slightly under-organised.

Seth

[PaulSteveLaurence]

Couldn't make much of this one, Paul. Sorry.

It feels slightly under-organised.

Seth

Thankyou for commenting, Seth. It needs work.