Honeysuckle
Megan & Joshua, Nov. 2007
Feral winds howl;
out with the old
and in with..
Listen -
wind whispers in
weathered ears,
bangs against
locked down shutters
and for once,
I can see the cobblestones
thru the squall.
I dive into seas as blue as…
I dive into skin as soft as…
Slipping, sliding
beneath velvet covers
of royal blue;
in dreams as deep
soft, seductive.
Seven squared,
technicolor kitty crash
bam, boom!
Wrap me up, tight
bury me
beneath your veins.
Let me crawl
unhindered thru
the medial
caverns of your body.
Maybe you wont notice
me, dancing gingerly
on the threshold
of your heart
(dental floss stitches
still fresh
and waxed poetic,
subtle flavour of mint);
in knee high boots &
fishnets to the thighs
laughing, always
laughing.
But will you
let me
gouge away?
will i?!?
Or will I run
if I catch my breath
in time,
fear fluttering against my eyelids,
black sharpie
misshapen stars
scrawled clumsily across my breast,
distracted by endless
honeysuckle daydreams,
chasing butterfly kisses
thru past lives,
future memories.
Cuckoo,
as the owl flies,
out of the dream,
awaking,
humbly accepting
our greatest gift -
freedom to love,
love of freedom;
surrendering
to unconditional love
deeper every day.
