Sunday, September 03, 2006

Afternoon and Night

(The trip in two parts)

Afternoon

She carried
a message for me
In the clouds,
there she was.
looking at me
from curls of white
So I smiled
and floated with her
The day turned
from blue to pink to black
Then like a long sleep
it ended,
the first yawn
of a baby child

Night

Hot water is like
love
Warm, like a voltage
sending shivers of ectasy
in the beginning
Then
the blissful
indulgence
and the calm
at the end
of a ritual

2 comments:

Oreen said...

i remember hot water...

How do we know said...

this is not like your recent posts at all!