Feels to me like every atom, every cell is a Universe...So many Circles inside Circles, all Touching each other,
at best,
caressing each other...
A separate Universe in your Eyes...
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Universe in my finger,
warms the Blood of my wine, while
Wildly mourn the scratchy vines,
scream the disappearance! another group of children!!
into the shared ? "Universe Human,"
a sad noisy joyful cacophony of Wilder World...
You beckon here before me,
in a glass, throaty whisper from DreamTime,
Dawning crimson horizon
Ancient thirst -
Down...
gentle kisses wisp the Worlds of my Thoughts,
as you dance around my Mind,
soothe ached knee's pain,
its Universe of sinew, bone and ache,
another Universe to navigate
in this Heated,
sick wilting World, large lonesome land,
a long heavy lady, Nyx,
smiles faraway up, with her babies around her,
Hypnos and Thanatos,
A three-prong-ed NightMare;
She laughs in her Universe on top of Time;
nearer they creep, beneath Night's painted blanket,
Become
a deeply quilted shroud
for those cells, for those Souls,
happily frozen, even below deepest Water...
Tortured Worlds.
All.
A cell sleeps in a stain of the sole
of an old painted boot from Guanajuato,
still softly damp -
his Soul backstrokes lazy inside Her Heated SkyBlanket,
Rooted yet to this place
He tries to view his beloveds,
to scream their burning Universe;
but they're blinded.
We cannot see him in the haze of Her son, Hypnos,
his sweltering gaze
has transported us… to unquiet Dreams.
Universe in my fingertip,
warms the Blood of my wine, while
Wildly mourn the scratchy vines,
scream the disappearance! another group of children!!
into the shared ? "Universe Human,"
a sad noisy joyful cacophony of Wilder World...
Universes inside each other,
Tiny Worlds grown large in my eyes,
Universes, all!
They collide in Her Heat;
percussion waves, stomps.
Tiny teardrops,
Each crystal holds sweet healing faeries,
dancing like Moondolls in shaken paper snow
The flakes so Cold, so Real in the Globes of my tongue,
my World-
I’ve paid to be part,
survived to be here
in these frozen burning Worlds
My finger-tip Universe,
I cannot enter you, yet you live in me,
With the Blood of the wine, Alive!
Warm pulsing sound of Her Heart, of mine
I see the Tear,
Sweet little round World
In my Lover’s eye.
His long, slender fingers fold the Mutli-Universed
Dissonant Symphony,
Into delicate Origami Hearts,
Worlds inside Worlds, safely quiet now-
Inside the World of his embrace,
Hypnos may have me til Morn
incomplete August 4, 2010
