May 1, 2010
Categories: Photographs . . Author: annachill . Comments: Leave a comment
Luminarias
Luminarias
Your Love Has Gone All Through Me
Your Love Goes All Through Me
Your love is eating through all substance,
like a termite
carving fallen trees to matchsticks.
Soft wood fuels perpetual motion.
Like a termite
gnashing microscopic teeth through pulp,
(soft wood fuels perpetual motion)
your love tunnels up and down and through my trunk.
Gnashing microscopic teeth through pulp
(it chews and expectorates without ever tasting)
your love tunnels up and down and through my trunk,
weaving empty veins of space to lacework.
It chews and expectorates without ever tasting
(the fragrant hardwood soul I used to own),
weaving empty veins of space to lacework
through which blinks my unwed eye.
The fragrant hardwood soul I used to own
(snipped like a snowflake-patterned doily
through which blinks my unwed eye),
lies lightly, un-shadowed by the body, alone.
Snipped like a snowflake-patterned doily
woven from legions of famished kisses, my soul
lies lightly, un-shadowed by the body alone;
waits as dessert cooling for ardor to consume.
Your love is eating through all substance.
October 2001
Timeliness
An egg dropped on the floor
makes quite a mess
as does the blunt bombshell
of unnecessary words spoken
splatters over
the carpet of consciousness.
Too much said,
too soon
1998
Horse
Aspen One
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