Zahava

Zahava Apr 2013

Pieces

Pieces of my self
rise to greet me
in the night
I hold them to the
mirror of truth
and judge them
in it's naked light

Zahava Apr 2013

Tigress

How I long to haunt your memory
me, a somber, lusting soul
questioning your rigidity
Your heartbeat flutters
as you ponder my summons

A bird becomes tigress
in the sphere
of my embrace

Zahava Apr 2013

silent crevices

In silent crevices have they gathered
&
do for eternity dwell upon matter's
irascible habit of changing it's form
as spirit dies
&
is reborn

— The End —