Saturday, February 24, 2007

keyhole

shimmer scale n gasoline
thru 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:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

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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