The word became flesh.
My flesh became a poem
that entered you
and the word grew
within you and a poem
blossomed from your mouth
which I took back into mine.
Flesh, poem, flesh...
perfection of dance,
perfection of union,
intimate perfection,
the perfect unbroken circle:
enchanted, sacred, whole.
~mce
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
The word became flesh.
My flesh became a poem
that entered you
and the word grew
within you and a poem
blossomed from your mouth
which I took back into mine.
Flesh, poem, flesh...
perfection of dance,
perfection of union,
intimate perfection,
the perfect unbroken circle:
enchanted, sacred, whole.
~mce
