POEM 69
(A Dream Spoken in 2 Parts)

I.
The sky, falling,
why does it melt
when you read poetry?
The earth sways,
then stills
as your silken words touch.
And all I want
is to be lost
in your soft, gentle voice;
and melt in your sky.
II.
The moon, rising,
why is it on fire?
I hear words gently breathing,
is it the Pleiades singing
teasing Orion’s chase;
or is it the siren’s call
enticing ocean waves?
And all I want
is to burn in your flame.

Aztec Warrior 10.12.15*  


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