Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Feeding Lips

When dark flowers bloom
You are the light that feeds them.

I share my moments like candy.
Vision melts away
to be recovered again
as a casualty of passion.

We grasp the light and dark
like flesh,
like the dusky petals
of night blooms.

We do not speak in pairs
or in opposites
not in Oneness
for we are real lovers
and not a concept
of what can be.

I purse my whole body
unwinding into you
like a green stem curls
giving shape
to the space of the sky.

You moan
or is it my skin
talking under
your feeding lips?

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