We walked on cold ground
Heavy with rain
Unspoiled yet
By night
Or the nomads
Who pass through here
We came to a fire
Straining to see
Its long
Loosely offered
Curlicue tongues
Flare out
Amongst the swollen brush
Lifting and parting
And reforming fiendishly
Into places beyond the embered lair
Or the gypsy pilgrims
Whose tambourine capering
It shadowed
We unwrapped each other
In a cradle of leaves
Out of view til morning
Til our passing
Could be weightless again
Of the temptation
Of the surrender
Printed like veins on our skin
2 comments:
ooO.... sensual stuff. What does the line "heavy with rain" refer to?
i just remembered, another of my friends' work you might appreciate:
http://www.yukakosakakura.com/index.html Apart from Mike's stuff, she was my other favourite of Glasgow's School of Art degree students.
Shame you don't live in Glasgow too, the works are unspeakably better in reality.
nice to be acquainted with you.
And you too.
Just checked out Yukako Sakakura. I like the way, in her drawings, she mixes wispy, scratchy bits with dense, inky and calligraphic bits.
Thanks.
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