Wednesday, August 10, 2011

OF DARK FLESH




(INSPIRED BY LORCA'S FIRST SONGS)

With an emotive rhythm, an enveloping motion,

I steal my way into the crotch of the tree


Of dark flesh


I make my bed of bark, in love with its burls,

My hands follow the rings that ring inside


Of dark flesh


Knowing the taproot moves as the fluid decides

Water rich like blood moves beneath the earth


Of dark flesh


My breath combs the ferns, which come forth,

From dark flesh




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