figment

 

 

what will you create for me today he smiles

a twirl of roses, moon rays, and ink she swallows

and when the birds have nested in green skies

I shall weave a land of honey kisses

his applause the only echo as his glass falls

what will you birth for my eyes tonight he charms

the earth of man by trees and time she means

consumed by willow, vine, and ink a planet

a whisper to modern think coming down

the heat of holy bodies touching deeper than the sea

what will you end for me this time he cries

the pain of peaks and empty bed sheets she sighs

glancing past in present palms, the world becomes

only moving flesh as trees blossom flowers

bearing no fruit a fig-meant to keep stories hidden

Author's Note

Cp. 4:26 PM Wed 03/26/08 NM watching 'The Fountain' Playing it by rhyme, tired, wondering lust, charmed (Written, Genesis)

Reviews

[H. A. M.]

hmmm....creative
and a nice touch at the end.
I feel kind of
inspired by this one.