In The Breath of God

10/19/13

 

The peppered earth falls from my shoes

As the French from her lips.

 

Enlivened soul and prickled skin

I am - a cell on a leaf in the breath of God.

 

Golden colors

Fill my blood,

Warm and ground me.

Despite the absence

I am surrounded.

The profane distance, My Love,

Be not in vain.

 

Bloodshot eyes

Disallowed to close

Until the words be extracted,

Woven, and spun:

 

Blankets yon Cherokee.

Gift and guide, soft black jaguar.

Treasure to treasure from treasure

Nearing pleasure.

Leather and lace over deserts.

The high-hat.

The band just above the gentleman's ear.

The corsets, the tears.

Cuffs, collars, fears.

Obligations.

Pained into turn after turn.

Exquisite tones and tongues.

 

Parted like paper from pen,

And yet we gain.

I see your face

And my wings cannot,

Will not, be denied.

 

We dance like

Coins in the pocket

Of the One to Whom we are

The most precious keepsakes.

 

 

 

　

　

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Bravo

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you so much.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................

[Androglossia]

The union of two souls. Pure happiness and sheer pleasure. Sacred, intoxicating.

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you friend. Hope all is well. Have missed seeing you.