to be as smile
upon your lips;
to be as sweat
upon our kiss;
to be as more
while being this;
that is my desire..
Posts published in April 2005
words are but
masks of meaning
thrown off in mind,
as they are linger-shadows of thought!
be as the tree:
taking the carving of instance,
the ‘waste’ of breath,
and repurposing them to continue life.
these tears like pilgrims find way down mountains
down falls, down soil, down gutter, down tunnel, down until light becomes but illusion of mind
beyond these thoughts rests something more
something lingers there, untouched and touching, living and unalive,
something lingers there, ever lingering, ever stationed in its revolutions
something lingers there, something beyond the senses, beyond the nose
beyond the crossing of the eyes,
beyond the needle, beyond the spoon, beyond the spliff, beyond the blunt,
beyond the snort,
beyond the finger,
while being behind as well
she
is smile
in gentle rest of light
oh, to be her shadow
her watchermate
to taste the tips of falling valleys,
the ridges, the cliffs, the pits of your fingerprints;
to map with mind your outline
through tongue’s lashing/
hands finding
curve in wander of your world,
your skin,
your prickled hairs goosen’d
and uplifted in
their quest, their raised longing for,
their worship toward
these hands, these lips,
all, in servitude, now yours
feel these nerves burning,
the tips of your memories receding
from hand:into thought:into breath: from lips and:gone..
returning:they find path to cage of lung:within tongue’s wall:to
hand; in grasp unclenched,
these, your seeds uprooted now,
lay dying on suture’d paper
to wake
this walk-n-wandering world
from dream
unseen
by most..
to find perfection through imperfections, uniquities, form,
rather than..
immitations and.. moldings..
or,
perhaps,
perfection is not sought at all,
as though
perfection
were delinked and thrown from under beauty’s shadow,
to be cast as faux-demon in play of aniols..
i wish
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