Natural Mystic

In thrilling sounds of incandescent wisdom she is stalking this night.
She is eager to feed and nurture, Mother Nature.
Take little nurslings to her breast and feed them ink.
She will pat on their back till little burps fill her splendidly curved ears.
She is gracious, good and she annoys me so much.
Go away Mother Nature!
Evil woman!
Discard. Ignore and plot and accidentally spoil plans with news of death.
Do what you do best.
Foolish woman, full of precious grace and much streamlined beauty.
Swim away like a hooting whale.
Breeze away like summer evenings.
Ride clouds to the moon and settle in broom dust.
Leave me alone.
Take your mother instincts and smother a pillow.
Wave away your splendid black hair at some other man, you sorceress.
Feast on electric beams and choke.
Sleep talk. Play. Do anything you please.
Just promise me your love.