Thursday, July 2, 2009

I am Hand

A song made from deep look tremble
with tone of one finger drawn on skin
across the scrape of twilight
grace is caught naked in my expression

I pull a ruffled demure
and sweep back hair
as if its sail would stop the breeze

I marry with warm
absorb the knowing of holding something
and somatically learn what was left unsaid

I speak heart tongue fragile strong give tender
capable culpable paired to task
into the wielding of weight and fragile

My roots are blue twigs
that flow with heart's river
and from that place where pulse is born
I am the magic ripple

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