ribbon limbs flaxen braids droop palely flex
white white
headtilt casual as if ear cannot hear but it is eye
cannot see in dainty vein swings
where sound moves graceful arms are borders
that keep us out invite keen eyes in
there is no blonde hatblonde hat
(do you know the stare do you pardon it do you bleed like me)
you do not guess that i want to touch to feel once maybe more those
white white
lashes on eyes that never look to see only listen eyes that only listen
hooded braced batting in the path of my lips
brushing nearer my sounds your secrets swept my way i catch
i collect vowels like sky drips in a beaker i pour them back they are fresh
floating like you in the still desert air
i whisper ever softly i'll not shout or be sudden scare you away
no raised red voice or your pasty boughs may break skin hisses of
papery whispers and your twigs stretch to see your own
sandy freckles my tongue-sounds echo to your mouth
we meet in air and
white white
lips your bloodless lashes nod your being strives to see
alien giraffe exotic mantis rare white child
your graceful and newfangled lope your fold of parts
and dance adorned in flaxen angels of dust
your pallid movements charm my heart
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i saw her dance. i was mesmerised.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
