Saturday, July 29, 2006

she is a flower for your sky

Take Her body
and make it your heart.

Hearts need hands and feet
lips and speech.
The inner blossoms of being
want always to take form.

Until a heart is devoted
to something as real as devotion
it is just a vessel for love
not the body and substance.

At least feel the flesh of Her love.
Then you shall know how to be human.

She has come to you in tears
with imploring hands
with naked desires
and you have shunned
every authentic sensation.
Nothing trustworthy can occur
until you make your heart Her own.