the room sighs
like the stillness
crossed legs
dreaming thighs

in the drum
the river turns
the night swims
the stars fire beneath
a sheild of ghosts

i was a grassland once
pressed into the earth
with the naked spine or reason
throughout the remaining dance
the flames wandered
like birds hunting
singing a great height
score

i was a dream that enhanced
a pyre
a thrust of an ideal
honing a keen edge
on fulcrums of ideals

this thick day arriving
in its blanket damp
a thirst centred
a desire hunched
working its potent
stirring

on a cloak the vision
of winter dared
the earth was dark
at the curve of your
wrists
your eyes were hot
with light
like bands of hewn
jewels
sewn as fixtures
restless and alive
even in a rest

as your emergence
was from another
season
another year
a tomorrow
a yesterday
a hungry sleep murmur
caught upon the tender
flesh of lip
like a bird in the traps

beneath
and above
the storm like a bruise
fell across your waist
drawn in
and not even the village
dogs would follow

your shadow
was timid
and hot
when it fell across
me
you awoke me
appearing in my
dream
and when my eyes opened
it was if you had taken
me
and this great fear
moved
like lightning
spoke like a
great sound

i was frightened
i was excited
never knowing
it was you
whom had
already been
foretold
to be

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