SkyGull Posted October 12, 2009 Share Posted October 12, 2009 So even the rain knows you are beautiful and comes here for you to watch, throwing itself towards hell for you. Our steps are cleansed, & our spirits returned, Falling from The gentle, slaughtering mist Towards the grey slush of meadow roads..... Birds find the sky, & flee. it is become Dismal, threatening & lost...... earth also mourns, this moment, not touching the curve of your thighs or of your mouth. ----- What is breath, & trust...? what is this distance, when you are the horizon, --- This soft distance of rain, this wind, and where it is from. You are more tender than God, unless God is tender through you, with the deft, incredible language of your fingers, your kiss & the wisdom of your mouth & your tongue. ----- In the morning, after love, The sun & I will roar & Cry our love for you (still, rising....) & the air, I am sure will sing with you you are full, giving all songs... and therefore all songs are us. * * * There is light, failing... a field, hidden, where rain is. & the river, ripping past graves, & the worn stone... The terns are exhausted... the pelicans turn to silhouettes..... & the gulls? the morning imparts a sustenance to them. Noon causes dimness, & Firs grasp after a hard, stretching Wind. husks. straw. & warmth still, where you held my hand, & held me. -The great antidote is air, & the finishing sunlight, consuming us... full of a new, incredible flesh... * * * Link to comment
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