open this belly
with corduroy kisses
& deep red porcelain
poetry smiles
green wild magic pierces cloud
desire bellows
delicious woman
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
reality
Reality is like radium, and can be borne only in very small quantities.
~Madeleine L'Engle
If my heart were words on paper
The poem from which I take my name,
If my heart were words on paper
would you read them?
Would you keep them?
A mystery-sunlight through trees
off shallow shoals of
sandbars sparkling
Moonlit eyes on a summers day
silver sounds of leaves in wind
Witch blood I fight in vain
Tears to fill a desert
Prophet - priestess
Lightning running through me
The weather on my skin
Snow falling...
Calming-
the restless love.
Tea leaves floating
my fortune
in your cup
Would you read them?
Would you keep them?
Drink me dry - break me
Stone by stone
wall by wall
Until I stand
whole - before you.
Slow honey sun
silver moon trout
hidden in lies
catch them ! catch them !
If my heart were words
on paper would you?
Read me.
If my heart were words on paper
would you read them?
Would you keep them?
A mystery-sunlight through trees
off shallow shoals of
sandbars sparkling
Moonlit eyes on a summers day
silver sounds of leaves in wind
Witch blood I fight in vain
Tears to fill a desert
Prophet - priestess
Lightning running through me
The weather on my skin
Snow falling...
Calming-
the restless love.
Tea leaves floating
my fortune
in your cup
Would you read them?
Would you keep them?
Drink me dry - break me
Stone by stone
wall by wall
Until I stand
whole - before you.
Slow honey sun
silver moon trout
hidden in lies
catch them ! catch them !
If my heart were words
on paper would you?
Read me.
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