See Me

sacred-heart

photo and original jewelry by Ginny Benton

 

See behind my eyes

burnt umber

seared by dire image

flecked with stale spark

roiled by cloven bellow

 

Hear truth in my weathered words

languishing lyric

diaphanous in daylight

vaporous on moonless night

bereft of ardent ear

 

Touch the scars within my soul

oblique vestige

blood starved sepulcher

starved of redress

in desperate want of soothing knead

 

Smell the fear that mires my core

jaded fortress

anchored firm against red tide

dank remembrance

of Venus rising

 

Taste the love upon my lips

indulge my ardor

feast on riches locked away

buried safe ‘neath loamy soil

lying patient for light of day

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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