How You Know
Know
Read the bodily whispers etched in skin
Write on the glass pallid surface transparently
Hear the catch of breath, the heave of chest, the slight perspiration
Respond
Accordingly increase, desist, decrease, resist
Blind signs sighted on your sinuous path over hazardous bends
Curves crawling teeming writhing with scratches and warmth
Accept
The morning after the interminable ends, dew soft breath fogs its appreciation
Seen and sensed in a desperate embrace
Sweetly citrus-scented basking boldly in a mourning sun
15 August 2007 at 5:52 pm
Excellent - particularly liked the contertemps between morning and mouring - Goth in the shadows
ps you’ve been added to the list so don’t blame me if the weirdos find you now ;-)
16 August 2007 at 8:19 am
Thanks, Goth! On both counts. The weirdos are welcome. I expect they should be quite at home here.
16 August 2007 at 8:39 am
I always hate those mornings after the end of the interminable. Particularly if there’s no Marmite to put on toast.
[I am not a weirdo. I am quite normal. And the Pope is a Buddhist]
16 August 2007 at 5:24 pm
An Unreliable Weirdo.
Not as evocative, but you’ve got to admit it has a nice ring.
18 August 2007 at 7:05 pm
I just loved that. And having nothing else sensible, witty, or trivial to say.
19 August 2007 at 2:35 am
Z, thanks. Sometimes nothing more needs to be said.