Saturday, January 11, 2014

Ceremonials (i)

I walked into a fire pit,
it melted my hard edges.

I shimmered golden,
pulsed like a supernova,
died like a star and was
pulsating, pulsating.

I danced, a flame-child
closer to your blaze,
let it touch me, ooh baby
you couldn't burn me.

I walked into the fire pit
and it melted my hard edges,

thawed my heart,
at last.

In my country

In my country,
there is a wilderness that
under the fog
as it settles
in the valley
between intimacy
soft thighs.