Jungle Flower

Poem #276 • A blossom of white and bronze

There’s a place deep in the jungle with the most beautiful flower
dusky from the sun
her stem shoots up to petals white in her hair

A blossom of white and bronze
black hair as dark as the deep beyond
eyes just as rich
dressed in sheer woven feminine sheath
an intricate soft cotton rope
woven with holes stretching and conforming all around
barely covering her hips
the strands drape from there around

With one leg lifted
her foot caressing the other standing stout
her hands trace the trunk and the leaves of this rainforest moment

Stepping forward
stretching arms overhead
she swings her hips to one side
gazing to the other
the seasons here don’t change
because she is nature’s mother

Now leaning one arm against bark
distinctly swaying lower body all the way away
bracing with toned figure
hips and face face the sky
with each passing moment fabric and skin
blending together
more and more in

Finally moving from the base of nature’s plot
making way to a tall wooden gate surrounded by stone
not nearly as sculpted as her slender muscular backside and bone
With one hand on the door
she stops and looks
the knitted wilds lace
slightly in motion
from waist down
as it wraps around a portion of her large round rear brawn
nature has said hello on this mother nature’s dawn

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