Soft whispers.... quiet hushes The silent moments Where movements take over Words cannot describe The feeling I’m feeling... When silent echoes Are all around me, and all over?
Gift me—gift me-gift me With that velvet touch of your lips Gift me—gift me-gift me One more night Perpetual ceaseless like this... Gift me—gift me-gift me
A pond fly gazes up And sees the day erupt I don’t want to be eaten My wings plucked Can’t I dry them on the wing? And hear the clarion of wind Before bearing On my song to sing!
In the biblical waters of the human mind Where we raft upon our souls To some other strange immortal isle! Where death lays not in tombs But is arisen in the palm of the redeemer!
A she wolf craves a human den. In the hearts of subterranean men With flesh and blood and open jaw Her wolf-print paw marks. Static, claw… A rib wet womb of distemper.
