silverwheel
Bluelighter
-I wrote this about five minutes ago...and would love to hear any responses/suggestions/thoughts.-
I come to you
dark, clothed in blue shirt,
black jacket,
black hair tied back into a tail.
We take in food,
from our mouths leave words
scented in garlic,
and drinking only a glass,
only enough to loosen our bodies
and soothe our faces.
I come to you
my eyes blurred
and open
as you take a piece of bread
to your lips
slowly, like the substance
would dissolve into absence
on your tongue,
like a ritual I am privileged to witness,
and I, a celtic melody enveloped in mist,
sounded by the ancient musician
approaching mystery.
I come to you
with a blanket wrapped over me
like a monk’s robes,
a seeker moving toward the altar
drinking your kiss
like wine,
slow sips,
the drops sliding
over my tongue.
I come to you
naked and nourished.
I come to you
dark, clothed in blue shirt,
black jacket,
black hair tied back into a tail.
We take in food,
from our mouths leave words
scented in garlic,
and drinking only a glass,
only enough to loosen our bodies
and soothe our faces.
I come to you
my eyes blurred
and open
as you take a piece of bread
to your lips
slowly, like the substance
would dissolve into absence
on your tongue,
like a ritual I am privileged to witness,
and I, a celtic melody enveloped in mist,
sounded by the ancient musician
approaching mystery.
I come to you
with a blanket wrapped over me
like a monk’s robes,
a seeker moving toward the altar
drinking your kiss
like wine,
slow sips,
the drops sliding
over my tongue.
I come to you
naked and nourished.
