Broken Marble

September 26, 2010 1 Comment


Poetry that speaks from the heart
broken marble perhaps my ocean

trust her secret magick for this web
remembers translucent peace
learn the sacred rhythm of her universe
celebrate and embrace her healing breeze

linger long
for their ghost work must seep and voice to
drink blue air down like brillant smoke

For women did bring life wet and warm
changing old from young
flowering home was naked glass
but every blush delicious eternity

kissing thy naked man
with soft tender breath
streams open desire
piercing blind fire in the sky
flowing shimmering clouds of energy

Categories : Poetry

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  1. Monica says:

    Oooh, I like it!