Saturday, August 21, 2010

I am her, am I her, her am I

fragrant thoughts
over skin soft
sensation of touch
melts night sweats
and greets the day
with ache of
memory

and in that moment
I became her
a created entity
just like the images
I could not prevent
the flow of momentum

existing between two names
neither mine
somehow a thought
without root
shot up into the sky
heralding freedom
from everything

nothing mine
nothing clear
except the day
and the jewels it contained
a glimpse of brilliance
as the cut of a gem
so beautiful
and solid

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