WordWulf
Number of posts : 2 Registration date : 2008-09-04
| Subject: Woman As Wing September 5th 2008, 1:47 am | |
| Her dirt encrusted feet plant explosions of dust rise charcoal Moons of her eyes a forenoon of madness blessed vibe retreat medicine medicine her art vain of consciousness this smoldering sweat beyond such body language yet in its unbecoming a primal understatement lust in the bond to self her dirt encrusted feet The rhythm of her danse a stone blood marker flesh and Earth eloping and divining origin primordial seed sown fertility knows no strangers of mute invitation is she maiden lost and future bound silent sound of death horrendous wail Universe the rhythm of her danse She hides behind eyes what others might perceive as illusion does she present as Spirit and they watch ever attentive from time caves resolve not to know her admonish the Children look but do not touch her open flame disembodied from above alive and outside she sees this delirious thing herself certain knowledge of dervish she hides behind eyes So she leaves flying accepts the role of stranger knows she will never find herself celebrates her abandonment the spinning orb of her body sorceress poetess diviner a space yet errant of Earth does she occupy the more already a crone she laughs through beautiful perfect white teeth that men must lust for her flesh as some tendermeat of time so she leaves flying | |
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HYdraMStar
Number of posts : 1170 Age : 45 Location : Charlotte, NC Current Mood : Registration date : 2008-07-20
| Subject: Re: Woman As Wing September 5th 2008, 2:37 am | |
| Wow, powerful stuff... that's really all I can say, bravo. | |
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