Night Skin
One undulating river of night skin,
Desire a perfect verse oracled
Telling me we will spill ourselves
Onto tomorrow’s canvas,
Soaking cold lamentations
Reclaiming valleys and hills
In our arms astonishing abandon,
Opening in locked heart doors
Empty and full to each other ~~
Breathing a state of grace!
Happiness a rainbow in storm light
Crashed and burned into streams,
Racing into nights consternation
Our soul-mated sojourn inlaid
The lined manuscripts of our hands
Folded into each other amazed,
A mandala of earthy anticipation
Always and forever past last star ~~
One undulating river of night skin
Desire a perfect verse oracled
Telling me we will spill ourselves.
Love the word “spill”, theway it’s used here.
Blue….you are such an inspiratinal writer. I’m in awe every time I come across one of your poems. Brilliant wordplay. Perfect word placement and visualisation.
I envy your writing because I strive to be able to mash my feelings together in such a way.
You are too kind…..thank you! You yourself do more than “strive”, you have achieved a unique expression with much feeling. I enjoy your work very much.
Unique to some….elementary to others.
This was so beautiful. What a great start to the day.
The Diamond body answers any question of survival, It plays in the hand of destruction as if they would roll it like dice. It burns invocations and heart felt pleas that are traced to the mind. It sits in refinement or desolation unaffected Diamond, not carbon but Light!
Fantastic Poem.
night skin/foreskin, that is the beauty of poetry the words it invites, that spill so to speak from the exchange
really awesome…
You will always be one of the most wonderful women in my life and without a doubt the most creative.
Well this poem was written when you were my greatest muse, and looking back a lot of my best poetry was written back then
Truely T