where trees shiver ~ La Loba
her dark cover is of dark cloth
and the mystic secret
of the living birch,
whose wounds turned to flames,
was the thunder story
in her heart--
what is meant to linger lay
in vibrant tones of moss
as I plunge symphonic cavities
my lay of affinity sleeps
like eternal wind of four--
she shows me the gentle influence of
the infinite womb
* * *
rolling seeds glean
I wash the pale child
blue eyes blue lips
she blooms--
in earth's clay bed
her birth--
in the pulsing light
of Eve's hands
she is laid
in the pulsing green
of Earth's womb
and the rattle
of the bear claw.
* * *
prism
I am aware--
that when it rains
I vibrate--
spit dancing beads of rain
off my finger tips,
my whispers water beads
that separate as they flicker through the air.
gesture me
to the
pulsing ochre
ornate cocoon--
language
beyond
arms
body
beyond the rising drumming green--
brush of the dawn's air against my eyes
memorize the scent of mud & soil glass
the water runs its well--
blush to bring her eyes
pierce my voice
shuddered seed of vivid enchantment
& passivity--
the meaning of
her fall to earth
revealed...in undulating breaths of mist
Copyright © 2002
Sandi Braveheart
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