Post by Elizabeth on Oct 1, 2006 21:06:53 GMT -5
I. conception
moonstone lava poured haphazardly from the blacklight sky,
plunging into a cauldron of plumeria and laughing diamonds,
fusing and blending with molten silver and the light of a thousand fireflies.
from the glow of the star-fused mist
she rose, fully-formed, flawless,
opened her stained-glass eyes
and stirred the starry oceans with her breathing.
II. knowing
perception was birthed with cold aversion,
merged with acceptance,
found paths through shallow water and rushes
to land among sparkling esteem.
we hold a resurrection of skin
at the edge of violet waterfalls,
slowing demand with whispers;
i am jealous of the underwater stones and their stories,
she is jealous of envy itself.
she is always open like a chalice,
wet with jeweled rain and wraithlike dew,
i am kissing secrecy into tendrils--
and in brash moments
we would savor any sort of fruit
we could get our ravenous tongues on.
III. home
she hides like a painted turtle
under the opacity of my closet carpet;
i hide with her.
comfort is nonexistent like tropical winter,
like bleeding sand,
like the flesh of our long-dead foremothers.