August 3, 2008
Someone New
If I were to take a new lover,
She would be Mountain,
Her back against my open fields and barren cliffs,
Toes wriggling towards the edge of the city stretched out before her .
Uplifting me.
She would be Sky
An azure bowl, turned upside down above me and stretched out equal distances on every side
A jealous suitor, laying claim to my entire existence
The very air I breathe
She would be Birdsong and hum of Bee
Chant of Cricket and Frog
A constant serenade.
She would be Moon and Stars
Light in the blackness of night
Clarity in the middle of muddles.
Most of all my lover would be Wind
An eternal urgency of whispers and moans,
A passionate touching and brushing against
my cheek,
my hair
my skin
Always here
Never, ever leaving me alone.
Someone New
If I were to take a new lover,
She would be Mountain,
Her back against my open fields and barren cliffs,
Toes wriggling towards the edge of the city stretched out before her .
Uplifting me.
She would be Sky
An azure bowl, turned upside down above me and stretched out equal distances on every side
A jealous suitor, laying claim to my entire existence
The very air I breathe
She would be Birdsong and hum of Bee
Chant of Cricket and Frog
A constant serenade.
She would be Moon and Stars
Light in the blackness of night
Clarity in the middle of muddles.
Most of all my lover would be Wind
An eternal urgency of whispers and moans,
A passionate touching and brushing against
my cheek,
my hair
my skin
Always here
Never, ever leaving me alone.
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