Spring I wonder if she can see me through The dense haze of normalcy How many of the real thing Have we been privy to see? I am listening to a loud voice I have never heard with obedience each moment pregnant with her smile and that I seem to dance like a bright chord and bassy low high in my crown but grounded in what I know to be true Id like to say I wasnt looking for you but when you appeared that ghost note of truth sang out loose and moist like a New Orleans 2 am with jazz all over us and dripping from everything pointing down and streaming off of everything standing up beautiful dirt and being coveted cooties a french kiss after italian food before wine is embibed can she see she drives me mad and I want it to continue like a caravan across newly discovered land does she know that I will pray into her cells and communicate with parts of US that have been mute stubbornly refusing to use its language with any one else? these words are precious and if you laugh hysterically right now then I know there is no ring that could marry me to you more than the ring of that sound yet I am willing to put saturns jewels around your finger or to kiss you free tearfully smiling beguiling my own face with salty tricks this is beyond time and space you have the memory of my strength etched across your spine energetic high way and Eye the truth of your wisdom on my left side waiting to coincide again yes we meet again but you dont have to ask can she see Ive come at last... #lovesvoice #musing
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 14:57:05 +0000
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