Spaces between the branches
Of the trees in your eyes
Quavering and wild
Sing
I am blind
Everything flaunting
The soft underbelly
Of the heart
A door
Into screaming vision
Drenched in ecstasy
A shadow
Flutters in the ocean
Of your breath
Exquisite spasms
orgasm
Of this moment
The silk of the snakes tongue
Whispering lost songs
Into the arch
Of my thigh
I am lost
Fading transparent
Before your gaze
Limpid beneath your touch
The velvet bark
Of willows
Remember soul songs
And crumbling walls
Quavering and wild
Scorched branches in your
Watering eyes
Dead quiet
Song of the Mad (1998)
Author: FlowingOm / Labels: older poetry
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