Sunday, 9. June 2002
Coming to you
You enter me and I enter you,
in between there are no parallels,
this is our body electric, our strings
echo and echo as I dig my fingers
into your skin, we raise and fall
to an old dance engraved in our bodies,
in blue guitars and hollow flutes,
in drums and in the whispering wind.
I fall into a starry sky threading
supernovas embroidered on purple banners
of silk into a garland for your dark eyes.
I am awash in a sea of smells of We Ocean,
a beat begins, Sufis clapping in the distance
coming towards us, raising into a cresendo,
this is the sound of mineral striking mineral
and music: jazz blues rock duelling rock blues jazz.
Thus I begin another descent into silence
that which finally brings me to you.
My Poems
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