Forgive my bluntness when I insist I'm eternal and wise as the universe In perceiving you I see you in me There is my heart, in you You, flapping around, doing your own thing When shall we tea in the kitchen? heart to heart
Tag: heart book
Artistry
Perhaps a mistake
to forgo the ache
making of one’s self a human
With spiteful tenacity
takes herself as lover
A joyful bed
in loving herself, loves the world
Gobbling down gleams of inspiration
indulging strange urges and combinations
to satiate the little one
secretly nursing, growing embarrassing
From a patchwork of snacking and digesting
miraculously combining
into a self–contained story
its own life
Flesh and blood for others to see
critique, abjure recklessly
Perhaps to glimpse fragility
imbibe what magnificence might come
if they too put out
be awestruck and taken–in
Faithful Seduction
I’m not sure and my curious desire allows me to be carried away anyway
Traces
In her presence, her presence I have breathed A blinding beauty, a blinding beauty I have seen I gazed no thought The muted radiance burning the film attempting to capture Knowing, as my eyes held her, my mind would not catch her burned into my memory Just the pleasant burn and delicious soothing of grace in nonchalance A beauty that did not strike unwittingly burned and crumpled by invisible flame I accept and graciously with calm, pleasant passion with blissful, resigned frustration such effortless perambulation