Friday, August 25, 2006

she is your dance

She is your being
the way a silk moth is a shirt.
She is your body
the way sap is a forest.
The more you cover yourself
the deeper She is.

You are Her love affair.
Though you say you cannot dance
She waltzes with every atom of you.
Though you say you have no belief
She moves your tongue
like the sea moves an anemone.

It is best to be silent,
to let Her have Her way with you
then you can be the bliss
that looks through Her eyes.