I wade knee deep into the silent sea. It's stillness
revelling in the salt tears of a million ghosts not unlike
me,imbued with the spirit of the archetype of love.
Painted on an aqua-blue slab, I am grist for your mill.
You are nourishment flung into the belly of my heart.
I am the future feast my lover's moonlight will feed upon.
Hear the joy of the clamouring condor's blessing. Her
interpretations are gifted onto the pages of
timelessness, like the lettering of rose colored scribes.
I anticipate the shock that erupts when the ocean swallows
my slow, sweeping, submersible love. My heart's oyster is
cracked and brimming over with tear shaped pearls. I take
each perfect black and silver baubble and return it back
to Mother's womb. I offer praise and gratitude to her for
giving me a peek into the promise of her perfect
embryo, which is perfect love always at the beginning.
In the equisite reflection of my pearls, there shimmers
the face of my lover; salt tears unhindered, flowing
without self awareness to the sea on the frothy veil of
freedom's love. I wade deeper still with joy's clamouring
blessing, farther and farther out. I am drowning in your
perfection. Happiness bathes me in this watery grave of
love. Cast your pearls and I am richer for it.
I catch them, black, white, light, and hurl them back into
the universe with all my might.
May 29 2006