Somewhere I have travelled,
In reminisce of poe
under your arms, in a slow
steady beat
by the curve of an edges,
slipping slowly from
the thin skin of ours
into the tangled weaving womb of
rope tied strings-
our full, bottle can empty
blossoming hearts

Carried on a train south
shooting by the lines
of a fire engine,
rearing time-space miles,
one thousand degrees
under the sun's rhythmic pulse

And we are going-
through compounded darkness
flapping lids of brilliant blue,
swimming in the sky eye
of you- lost to the ringing bell
of warm heavy breath weighing over head.
Sailing through those humid body waves
where we have never gone

Bringing two into one, from
unseen fusion
of a love storm,
dancing in the cumulus clouds
of clear hearts;
we vacillate in whirlwinds
through our corporeal valor
on the horse's juggling back
from the foot of the heal-

We are slipping along that time train
the magic man's spindle
the philosopher's canvass
the image of eternity
for, somewhere We have surely been....

07/25/2005

Posted on 07/26/2005
Copyright © 2024 H.M Stevens