May 15, 2011
witches and water, how I love those daughters of Eve...
stealing the beauty of 4 am
I can always feel beauty
fall enough to watch water hang,
clingng to words, exhaled,
regaled with a fetal ferocity
that only blooms in the shadows
that molecules peel
when they thin time
til love finally bleeds out gravity's bouquet
its sad roots ride winds
and know, I can only trick the lock,
circling round worn wound sounds found in the reeds,
waiting for the Pharoah's Wife,
waiting for the flowers of my life...