Monday, May 25, 2015

for R

hey babe
you gotta live it babe
love it
high frequency sensations
red hot feelings in the low light night
spiders reflecting an orange glow
dark blue ripples
silver strands
the sand is hot
the way it should be 
white granite polished like the old sink
you are so beautiful
like the zen beaches of black rocks in the sand
like the deep moss forest where the spiders live
the sink is in the old french house
where we were supposed to live
you the mountain
i the lake
i caress your feet
but you stand above me
out of reach
if it wasn't for the elegant lupine
reaching over, laying low
always, always the sand saves me
mountains, falling rock
rolling boulders
all in perfect order down to the finest grain
i don't want to know now, that one day it will be clay 
clay again
remember i was born from the clay
and you?
where do i look for you when it is our time again
still i vibrate
still caught in your web

1 comment:

MFH said...

Glorious color!!!