To his lips,
whispering,
no.
1/12/2006


I want you to touch me.
I twitch to your motion in silky paths
on lines of limbs
shaking
skin entrenched in your hair
and fluidity
I evoke in incantations you hear
as soft murmurings
in silent midnight thought
kneeling to my prayers chanting
I want you to touch me
sirens in my curls send you songs
in tremors
of longing
clamouring for your scent
the quietude in your
smoky eyes
slithering sinews in your dancing arms
tempting
in tentacles my flesh
enveloping,
while I tremble
and ache
I want you to touch me.

In a sleight of hand gesture
in a flash of deathly
harmony
fate
and your distant voice
sent cold shivers in defiance
to caress me
silence
screamed out at me
frozen answers mirrored my fiery questioning
fate echoed your looks of ice
beheld me
watch you step aside
and I,
I, in circles of fire, on the fertile terrains
of my mind   
entwined imagined flesh  
bathed in magic
to my bloodshot eyes
and my lips
still wanted you to touch me.

Oh fate,
I trust you to take me
steer me in time to heights
and lows
you choose as my own
I open all senses to your beckoning
you guide me
gently
deftly
But you,
you with the black halos circumscribing
frozen eyes, hard
not softening
you who has left shadows looming
of your absence
your non words
of indifference
bellowing
You,
returning hollow promises made by
mischievous eyes
that lied
for you
there will be
yet
many moments of reckoning.

For
I am the soul housing a million
butterflies rising
I am the frost at tips of mountains
in grandeur towering
my heart perches on dreams
you ache for
in realms of forest depths
where the animal inside you
lusts to go
hunting
I am the softness in the eyes of gazelles
hovering in mist
in green lands safe
from suffering
I am the hay
I am the laden soil
clear water flowing in streams
gurgling
I am the beat in your veins
the crackle in earth’s
flames
I am beyond skin you graze
I am beyond smiles
And for I,
there are never enough
names
I am a woman’s soul bursting in stars
to haunt you
the sun in your orbit
glimmering, as if I were
gold shining in specks bejeweling
hazel eyes
roaming the deserts
of your mind  
crumbling

The fading fingertips you left
in photographic traces
of kisses that blew my way
while you slipped away
in silence
and farewells
They
have damned you
they have cursed you
consigned you to moment
after bleeding moment
of darkness
as the light of my eyes drifts by
sentencing you
to oblivion,
betraying maps of secret pathways
to mourn my promises of rapture
and in blindness
forever
sidestepping sparkles of hidden treasures
woven delicately
In my smile.