A #Garden of feminine Night Shades, and shades of Night's femininity....this is not the wife you wake up to in the morning. This is the night wandering woman, out and seeing, unseen and all knowing at 3am. The darkened #kitchen and the sound of mortar and pestle pounding leaves, spinning powders, the invoking murmurs that move trees. The softness of thighs parting to reveal sharp #teeth. The warm velvet #diamond turns to #VaginaDentata when chickens taste your meat. Razors dipped in #honey, a fine curtsy bends her feet, a tongue dripping with #Oleander laced milk, eyes brushed with #Belladonna, head anointed with #Rose and cinnamon oil, a crown of thorns and #Magnolia. Serving #Brugmansia at tea time, she will ride you till she culminates with an owl's screech, and flies away with her mouthful of your #dreams
Copyright © Gloria “Chauah Hadassah Hadara” Steele, 2016, All RIght Reserved. From my published poetry anthology "Solanaceae: The Shadows That Make The Girl You Undo"