Thursday, August 24, 2006

the weight of her flowers

She becomes
a dimple of presence.
An indentation of awe
you can touch
with all the familiarity
and strangeness
of yourself.

She is your desire
to be experienced, opened
and enticed.

You feel the emphasis
of blooms.
You feel Her bruised pleasure
the pressure of intimacy.

The weight of Her flowers
breaking through
your shimmering flesh
to be conscious.

Painting by Wang Mi