(no subject)
Mar. 18th, 2002 12:50 amCommunion
my flesh melts
on your tongue
my breast dissolves
beneath your desire
my ears turn to wind;
roots reclaim my veins.
My stomach disappears
with its lunar twin
water taking my will until
I am reduced to a glimmer
boiled down to a spark
sifted into tiny stone
that has many wings
nesting inside your palm.
Jewel
my flesh melts
on your tongue
my breast dissolves
beneath your desire
my ears turn to wind;
roots reclaim my veins.
My stomach disappears
with its lunar twin
water taking my will until
I am reduced to a glimmer
boiled down to a spark
sifted into tiny stone
that has many wings
nesting inside your palm.
Jewel