Her maroon heat
Blows through,
Elegance,
Flowing,
Large, glancing,
Whispering,
Making big, beautiful
Life,
Spot lit and multiplying,
Opening space and bringing
Warmth,
Around her,
Surrounding her,
And she wrestles away,
She steals and
Flies away with
My spirit,
Briefly,
Taller than sky,
Bigger than whipped cream,
Sweeter than chocolate,
And then
Sudden and
Startling
Emptiness.
Just like hospitals, huge
Hallways, tunnels,
Blaring frozen, clean,
Shining
Metals,
Wet. Slick.
My heart is stuffed
Back into my throat.
The throat is frozen.
It is starving for love.
#1 by Life: Between the lines on December 31, 2010 - 6:29 pm
I think in the new year it will be filled with love, just get ready and be opened to it 🙂
HNY Carl 🙂
#2 by Carl on December 31, 2010 - 7:05 pm
Being open and willing. That is the way to be in 2011! Thank you for the kind comment and a big HNY to you!