there is no such thing as love, child, or the wind
bringing you white-breasted songs and flocks of snow
love's purity gathers in remote crystals further still
a vacant kimono exhales the universe
there is only you, love, a child standing cold-footed

the guardians turn their backs to steal a kiss -
your blink releases a short snowfall in summer
see feel what you should not have scene or veld
leotard of scraped together rose petals, mock husks,
bird nests, matted hair, inclining your ventricles to the cold

white-chested voiceless cheeks,
take me with you where
there are branches on your ribs
and flowers on your lips

11/03/2006

Posted on 11/04/2006
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