Lip Reader

Riddling moment of the lips,
soft-spoken were her hips.
She spells her art from
far and aloft, with
a signing fingertip.
She knows of all that
is seen and unseen:
Her language of the dark-
realities seemingly far
depict the mystic on her mark!
She closes her eyes in reverence
to read the lips of God,
Frozen in holy dread, she
tells of intentions that would rob
us of all that glitters in our minds,
Of jewelery on the vine-
She sings a fiery song,
and lets her fingertips unwind
the story of illusions
that were birthed within our time;
She works each rocking beat
with an illusion of the kind--
Her fingertips unravel
leaving leaflets of pure gold,
until there is nothing left.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love this!!
"She closes her eyes in reverence
to read the lips of God,
Frozen in holy dread, she
tells of intentions that would rob
us of all that glitters in our minds"

Excellent write..xo