December 11, 2008

For you

I had my eyes in my pockets for too long                                                                                                                     

upon the murky even' day;

Too long lost in forest of dark oceans

suffocated black in storm.

And then I saw you

             Sat in your jewelled tower that sang like a violin.

A waterfall of midnight and stars

cascading down you fragile rippling body, snowy white shoulders

to breasts, to smooth and round stomach.

Gypsey ringlets and bracelets purple

coloured your lips.  You smiled me awake.

And when there was no smile, your eyes

set alight the waters of my heart.

At the break of day, I was moved and sacred

with the morning birds, danced in masque with the garden statues

                          and with you.

Let us dance then you and I,

with hands and hearts on our songs

through the laughing skies

and join them with a love

To blind a thousand fires, to blind the sun.


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