{"id":733,"date":"2022-09-26T11:49:29","date_gmt":"2022-09-26T15:49:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=733"},"modified":"2022-09-26T11:49:29","modified_gmt":"2022-09-26T15:49:29","slug":"plums-in-the-winter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/plums-in-the-winter\/","title":{"rendered":"Plums in the Winter"},"content":{"rendered":"
Plum nectar in a chalice, her fingers dipped in honey-gold paint, wrapped.<\/p>\n
Babies in the winter time, cold in the afternoon\u2013<\/p>\n
Cherry-picked into affinity, the color purple graces the tops of her toes.<\/p>\n
The voice of Anita Baker trembles past her lips,
\nThankfully, she left one right-hand in the mix.<\/p>\n
In her God body, she switches to the rhythm of the electrified bass\u2013
\nPlaces her arms around the world only she can carry,<\/p>\n
Lift her up\u2026
\nLift her up!<\/p>\n
Wings of change spring from her back as her rose tinted, Mahogany skin entices you.
\nOur hands fall to our sides, the ground catches our knees and graciousness guides us to her<\/p>\n
embrace. Plum nectar in a chalice, her fingers dipped in honey-gold paint, wrapped. Babies in the winter time, cold in the afternoon\u2013 Cherry-picked into affinity, the color purple graces the tops of her toes. The voice of Anita Baker trembles past her lips, Thankfully, she left one right-hand in the mix. In her God body, she…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":190,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[10],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nWe lift her up and
\nFollow suit.
\n-It\u2019s about the inside<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"