Your Thoughts Into Baskets Like Flowers
A mountain dislodged from the earth. It moved towards me dragging its thunder. My arms waved like a windmill. I would be crushed like paper wings. The magnificence of your skin was upon me. I was pinned beneath the belly of a whale. The rush of your blood like a waterfall. Your cold sweat like dripping caves. Tens of thousands of years to create these formations. Stalactite to the stalacmite. You are more fascination than human. Your words do not touch me. They lilt and waver as distant music. I gather your thoughts into baskets like flowers. When you are gone I skip through the forests. I sprinkle flowers like berries. Each of them has a name. When you are gone I know who you are. When you arrive I am hiding. You are more mysterious than a wilderness. I do not blink. When you touch me the sun rises over my forehead. Your breath is a flash of golden light. Is this the real dawn? How will I know when we are apart, since there is no time or distance? What will you do as I travel within you? Even after the door has closed? Your words fall to my feet like flowers and berries. By the time I have gathered them into baskets, they are yesterday's harvest. |
