Thursday, January 25, 2007


We form an opening.
A dance half clad
like a wanton circle.

I am deeply rooted
in You.
Dragons soar
with a fluid sap.

We are the burning portraits
of all images
where only full red lips

I am the gravity and light
of Your words
as they speak
of a need
we both
must feed upon

like air
uttering flames in the
mouth of love.

Image: Birth of Venus (C)

Jonathon Earl Bowswer