Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I would offer up the violet cords
that twine my wrists, the knobby arc
of my sleeping spine, the nakedness
of my greed. Oh, pillow and moon,
light severed by reeds, at night I wish
for impossible things. Coyotes run
like starlings on the wind, yet I remain
astonished by the rush of seasons.
I would, you know, even now,
open my hands in honesty, forget
the reasons and regrets. If I could
breathe again the river would sweep
the song from my mouth and all
I would do is kiss you, fill you
with the light of captured stars.
I would offer up the violet shadows
that haunt my eyes, the tender bones
I’ve borrowed from the wrens,
the truth that has no words but these.
Posted by Sea Dream Studio at 2:34 PM