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Saturday, July 24, 2010

We Beings

If this existence, in which we are orbs of a larger part,
Shells of the one shell,
Dust collected, into bins of we's,
Amassed carvings of longings for Happy Play by the
Great Being, Breathed Into; gentle empowered Marionnettes of Living,
Then it is enough that we recognized each other,
Children in Paradise,
Until Now.
Now is the leaf, unfurled;
Now is the Nectar and newness,
The Fulsome Fruit, and Juice of Being,
And More-Than-Seed, spilling Joy
Into the
Corporeal Expression of
More Now.
It is Here-we-are,
Gently set into a Garden,
To Grow as
We will.

Lip Liner Flight 99

There are small lines about your lips.
I think that each line tells a story of all the stories, concerning skin, and art,
And Love,
And with every imprint of Time upon us,
Be it Sorrow or Joy,
Meaning is impressed on the shell of us,
Like a gentle Sculptor's Model,
Developing nightly.
I like to trace them, softly, in the darkness, those small lines,
Imagining the words, (coaxed from you with low rumbles and beard in neck growling)and watch the breath that comes with their Awakening,
Which seems, like Magic, to Rush to Touch,
You call it "Fight Against Resuscitation", but I notice, cheekily,
Your lack of struggle.
You always said you loved empowering things you
Am I just a Hand, then, after all, shifting in this Shape with You?
Come! Sway with me, this little while, Sweet, and I will show you the way
Hands Speak with
Silent Sigh.