Tuesday, May 23, 2006

one poppy, not many

I am one poppy not many.

My blood blooms in your eyes.

When strong winds

rip you from Myself

I fly like lips to One Love.

You are the rain-

the auburn earth that receives

My delicate presence.

You are the raining universe

of My light.

Sometimes I cannot wait for two.

I shake myself free

of this magnetic dance

just to be a taste

for My own lips.

Yet even then

I am one poppy, not many.