Thursday, August 31, 2006

flower prayers

A dance
in the anti-chamber of dawn.
Goddess and man:
A two handed finger-painting
of one image.

Sexual encounters
between deities
are too deep to appear.
The bloom moves beyond the flower.

Darkness melts its face.
Each step taken now
is a precipice

but that is how love moves,
it becomes its own edge.

It must fall further
than the sky can reach.