the very nature of fear
refined and continuous,
dripping with memory,
thick with expectation and loss.
through the night and awakening by an early
morning crow call, my finger print
moves with delay, sensitivity,
slow motion.
and as i was touching those places
he started to intone with strange sounds
and the taste of transcendence wraped
the air, melted our flesh to bone
and we began a new day.
No comments:
Post a Comment