Tuesday, March 8, 2016

The Stars Glisten in Heartbeats

You’re a legacy,
some type of woman, even
an alien; and god heard, the
silent cries, to come for aid;
if but a moment, where you
winced, to feel vulnerability.     I know you in shadows, to scrape your soul, to mimic a disposition; and love grew, to see for difference, that other than pain.     You spin in tears, to lavish in joys, even tender corrals.     We die lightly, to live harshly, to remember the rain; where a person laughs, to mock retreats, to force activity; but love is special, a gentle sigh, a spider in glory; where hurt is magic, even a screenplay, multiplied in wisdom.
Oh to fall, for the gift of woman,
a world of majesty; to see us
scribing, upon ancient tablets,
rushing out the caves.     I first feared you, the angst of eyes, scribbling anguish; but such was beauty, to push passed the nightmare, to love more than wounds; the furnace of souls, to feel each verb, to perish in a smile; for art is broken,
as whole as olives, as squeamish
as the paranormal.     Such is love
—to break the cosmos, to return
the whys.     I’m more your world,
and less your world, to become
your world; to see it as roses,
the wonder of sessions, to
rekindle birth; so more your
eyes, to speak of legacy,
this different type of woman.         

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