verses
Photo credit:
http://blueridgeblog.blogs.com/blue_ridge_blog/2007/05/shooting_in_my_.html |
six moonsat the first full moon our bodies remembered, the memory of our long history together encoded in their cells, and they rejoiced in our reunion.
at the second full moon we made love again, and again a truth was spoken through our bodies; you made known to me a deep rage that resided there and i made known to you that i was unafraid, willing to receive all of you, helping to heal those parts with my love. at the third full moon my heart bled in a battle waged with your mind. Nevertheless our truth was spoken: "i feel you so deeply...", "i feel safe with you...", "people wait their whole lives...", "let me love you...", "don't let go of me...", "i promise i'll come for you...", "i love you...” the fourth full moon bled its timorous light over the mountain ridges of Escazu, coming shyly to caress the pane at my window, but you weren't there to bathe with me, so i stayed alone in the hammock under the mango tree. at the fifth full moon i shut the bedroom blinds, not wanting to see the moon. now, again the moon is full and insists on revealing itself through the ivy at my window; i bathe in its sweet light, remembering ... because it is the same as wherever you are... |
how dark it washow dark it was when i fell asleep!
ominous clouds threatening a storm, wild winds spinning me through bizarre circumstance into the heart of a hurricane your heart where i found calm strange shadows gathered me into themselves through the pane of my window the way you drew me into yourself through our pain my sleep became nirvanic; i dreamed i disappeared into your eye discovering myself in the heart of the eye of the hurricane; my maelstrom, your tempest, her rage. |
Artwork:
http://mistressamaretsu.deviantart.com/art/One-Piece-Angry-Eye-287426137 |
Photo Credit:
http://www.stormgrounds.com/fullwallpaper/360/Floating-Tree |
was that me?was that me,
or some captured zephr trembling still in the arms of that malevolent tree beating the darkness, beating the clouds who sucked the light into their bloated bodies only to spew it out violently in silver streaks into the roaring rivers of my ears leaving a shimmering spray suspended in witching time like that word dripping in the air between us? |
it was un-naturalit was un-natural the way we chased one another down and i swear if the zebra motif were part of the pattern of sheets on a bed i would have had you right there, on the wall only zebras have never and never will shed the extremities of their stripes to do any anti-social act in the gray of dense public places or even camouflaged cafes |
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