Love is the oil of joy and gladness,
written higher than the dust I am,
heart-full,
ecstatic midst the stars.
I have climbed the wall of Sefirot…with grip
of scarlet thread.
it is scarlet red with kisses bleeding upwards.
Passion is the breath of Life.
in sparks…in touch…in taste of satin’s song,
orgasmic flames blaze gifts of sacred joy.
bellies sharing laughter bounce screaming past the sky,
and their fragrance digs in deep, until it brands
your spirit-body, langorous from furnaces released.
I was born before the morning of this world.
show me
what is lost inside your weeping winds,
deep inside the Void,
beneath your broken skin,
joy will heal thee…
That was wonderfully written and a wonderful write.
Eiregirl _________________ All poems and stories posted by Eiregirl are
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Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:56 pm
MichaelFirewalker
Joined: 22 Aug 2006
Posts: 97
Location: Seattle
Thanks, Eiregirl----when I was young, I adored Sandburg----then kinda got away from him and into Tennyson----have decided to go back for a visit...
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