my body for you
my bones for you
my blood, my heat, my breath for you
i spend it like a child throwing coin in arcades
i wake up and run
along gold dusted paths green shade and torn feet skimming dew laden glade
my life for you and i slam toward the sun
if i burn up chasing stars
because i need to throw them sideways at mute tanks and stone faced fakes
then i’ll turn to smoke laughing
hover over your shoulders and hair
when you feel you’re alone and nobody cares
bristlebrush honeycomb tangerine
fist in the air junglerudder in the stream
you are the stuff of a guerrilleros dream
wow.
jeez.
oy.
wow.
thank you… :)
um… ya… that is some hot…
u know my weakness for guerrilleros & u reminded me so much…
:) thanks aaminah.
I cannot even speak to how profoundly beautiful this is.
I would love your permission to reprint it on wwl.
I am in awe of your ability to take soul truths, things that words usually cannot touch in any way, and lay them out bare.
thank you, diane. feel free to repost.
:)
:)