Tuesday, July 28, 2009

O.I. poem #1

i am made, lightening
fire-cracker sharp, crackling
in a mushroomed clouded sky
the colors are chakra bright tonight
and i am made here, in this break of sound
the morning is my lover and he is waiting
i keep him waiting
love him waiting, patience
all bodies arise
in the wake of us.
i am made honeydew
awe tasting sweet smeared lips licked sun rise smiling sweet tooth wide.
let me show you magic, look.
in here this here body i am made endless flesh and land and earth
and water is my bedroom, is where i sleep, is where i make love
am born each day, i am made.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful aja! As always! You weave words together in ways that expose hidden meaning, years later- I respect you.