October 19, 2011

daring me to break bound chains...

Baubo cackles with delight

I prayed
to see
the Goddess
and there
she was
western wind
silver-wanded and mouthed
behind the slivers
of clouds
painting what legs love
over each other
as ghosts of long dormant truths
in a valley might
one after the other
til they burn against
the cloth
covering her night
she is
orcharded fruit
hanging unbound
from any sky or
ground or tree while
the mystical smile
on her face
looks as if
she had
been waiting
for me
all this time

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