inky veined
and muggy too
elementary words flowing through
I am the absence
you are the arrow
targeting this windblown sparrow
unambiguous are the moments
we become a secret creature
forming substance from seeming nothingness
plucking remembrances
from things branded in the brain
the violent acts of living, bleed inspiration
breathe words
from the one born of fire
buried by an earthen father in skin
again and again
union of spirit and flesh
resurrect this vessel’s ability to congregate thought
I am here
but a little while
I beg the stilled silence for oneness
whispers down the bone
creep into subconscious want
become again with me, a creature of beauty
raw symbiosis
we, with stuttered fingers
find each other’s pace, and the words come
slowly and surreal
we dance with black and white
pages of prose and poetic utterances
written by strangeness
creations borne of this madness
I am a writer
Linking up with OpenLinkNight @dVerse Where Tashtoo has the bar. If poetic community is what you crave, join us you should, I'll buy you a verse ;-)
