No One Knows The Secrets
Of Our Lives
Random
moment somewhere ago
Summer
tip-toe naked peers
Over
our sweating shoulders
Amazed
by shapes of all that is
Between
us
Blood
beating hearts
Shadowed
stains gold
Heavy
trees humidity
Curls
smoky sea of stars
Spread
wet across fantastic thighs
Beneath
all the eyes of everything
Invisible
mother of lost compassions
…and
if every dance again could be of honest flesh
and
every god be born again of woman?
Anorexia Nervosa
she
has been
sacredness
to
me
and
in serving
her
i
make an art,
of
that which
words
have
been forbidden
i
express
on
my tight
white
canvas
a
tale
everyone
wants
to
interpret
i
cling to it
like
a charm
~
she
has been
sacredness
to
me
with
secret dark
eyes
closed
behind
a
sea
of
objects
so
safe
she
does not
move
me
but
rather
causes
me
to
linger
tip
toe
from
eternity
~
she
has been
sacredness
to
me
endowed
this
ornamental flesh
a
power
always
yearned for
and
i would
cut
myself
open
for
her
but
this she
does
not
ask
for
~
Youth, Yoga, And
Reincarnation/ for Diane
I
am the darker mother
Walking
away
The
time is noon
The
world in flames
We
talk
You listen
But
tears cannot bring us together
Our
flesh not bound
By
such things
I
am the darker mother
Walking
away
We
shall not meet again
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