Mar 14, 2006 11:34
She picked dirty fruit flowers in the summer mirror
Candy in the foreground made her ears wet
Her voice melts the pate skin stiff but tender
Slaughtering space on the overcast distance.
Shed a memory for the fair tide swinging desperately.
I called it by it's last name and chanted a sunken echo
Looking into starving eyes, mortified by satisfaction
The bright
Even hurt me to touch with a gaze.
Protracting souls on the stale wool blanket
Beached to rectify all the lovers pulses, gone wild for my wispers.
I calm them in the twilight
Facing the gulps of wind
Forcing them in.
Quarell with the horizon
And mimick the dive into shore and valley
Exquisite belly scraping along the estuary
A river wrapping you.
Stained with water,
In pale luminous fringe that makes stillness.
The evergreen beat
Stings jumping eyelids
Waiting in a forest as the gargoyle prays on the public
I watch you walk
Towards me
In a cluster of red
Bursting forth and crescents taking shape to your body.
A flame rooted to the earth
Grounding you
A web of crimson clutching at the ground
Sweat driping in the cold heat of colour
I collapsed on the moss and watched nature feed you.
So the air, dragged its perfume and dressed you in the coils of
Fresh leaves and decomposing dreams.
Forests
Felt you breathing in their air
And screamed loud enough to fill you with the sea.
Grains from the sky scare your bareness
Flood the ankles under
A delight in haze of cedar waves.
Caught in the blazing web,
A leash to free your mind
And celebrate a step towards me.
Clover custard driping from your fingertips
To trace my torso and tangle up the
That makes me boil for you.