keyhole
shimmer scale n gasolinethru the keyhole what the eye can't see
the truth of me is slippery
behold & i'm gone back to sea
the split of woman
a creature between worlds
half the dream of yourself
mother sister lover wench
half the woman in your hands
flesh blood bone n breath
can i speak now? can i speak
can i break the spell and still be received?
as you fall to earth
as you fall to earth
where your heartbeats drum
sole to soil
blood in vein
Now you shall Live
no dream remains
that is the kiss of love
that is the truth
woken beauty not thorn of sleep
petals open fragile the rose
and desire often breaks the frame of man
and desire Often breaks the frame of man
but the song remains
and we dance we dance
the language of Bees


1 Comments:
Delicate lies the deceit upon the lovers lips the gossamer winds of union not broken neither by word or deed. The etermal mystery exists in the moment.
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