Friday, December 19, 2008

Beware wandering hands and lingering fingers
Coasting shifty sands, and flowing rivers
Climbing peaks, exploring caves
My curious touch is here to stay

The earths tilt is governed by your hips
Practicing a perfectly executed dance
The sun draws you in, the sun throws you out
Inducing cosmic rhythm and ecstatic trance

The moon keeps his distance
Caught in your gravity
An intoxicated waltz, but only hes at fault
For he wanes in his phases and proves evasive
Seeking solidarity within a thin threshold

Beware the dirty palms uttering brail of ancient psalms
For an audience come and gone, carry on resonating songs
Until they reach your ear and coax your falling tears
Rippling in sheer contempt for unwanted fears.

1 comment:

tiltedreplica said...

hips are vulnerable to control
take
advantage
and move me

unto you
beneath your knees