There.
It curls itself
around like dry milk.
Aeolus breathes
the desert unto
Pastoral gold; a
swollen nipple
No tears for lush
stalks of women,
even as they dance
under sterile
suns.
‘Fields’ by Alysha L Scott
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There.
It curls itself
around like dry milk.
Aeolus breathes
the desert unto
Pastoral gold; a
swollen nipple
No tears for lush
stalks of women,
even as they dance
under sterile
suns.
‘Fields’ by Alysha L Scott