August 2007
AugustAug 14 Tuesday 07
the lily
long white pods bruised pink
with a smidgen of green,
on a taut pasty skin.
they tell me of that silent process
in the body's dark enclosure
when a shape finds certainty,
and the eyes are unimpeded by the presence of light.
in the kitchen's warmth a bud …
AugustAug 9 Thursday 07
tonight, we dance
tonight we will drum the rhythm with our feet
each note lowering & rising
we dance until we can no longer discern
she from he and he from she
the music slows
the world disappears
then I hold her
like the sky holds the clouds
gently, as to not let the other …