do you know what

pounding voices, pounding anger,pounding need, pounding greed.hungry, hungry eyes,hungry souls, hungry holes.hungry children, hungry countries,hungry hands, hungry man.throbbing, throbbing blood,throbbing dreams, throbbing schemes.throbbing ideas, throbbing hatred,throbbing inside, throbbing cant hide.touching, touching hearts,touching true, touching you.touching forbidden, touching daring,touching color, touching wonder.pounding, pounding nails…

the maps neath the eyesgo from destiny to love.love that had no horse,but worked a mule.and kingdoms only thus,manure, and sweat.your body perfume,rust of a moth’s wings…hymnals made of dust,simple words, bent nails.love’s sap driedon your thighs and lips.no names, no images,just small hands seeking touch!

everything!we are empty rooms,kissing shadows with names.we shout, then are shaken…and small things weep.while eternity burnsin fires left untended.the face in the mirror…be it god, or death?

for their hands speak the languageof the heart,and their feet that of the soul.whose prayers are written by ears,whose breath is always shared.whose eyes are open windows,whose god smells of human need.whose actions be but forgiveness,whose thoughts are not restrained.the disciples of silence keep walking…living in constant dialogue,they have no need for words!

the one that loves you?do you spin your web,only to eat your mate?is the cross you giveyour only embrace?the crown of thornsyour loving kiss?is your secret name death,your womb filled with darkness?do you always burn your dreamsat the stake?or am i just the wrong numberyou happened to call,and cant remember howto hang up?

head swaying side to side,eyes lost in the museumof feelings too long denied.babbling odes to the gods,breathing breath stolenfrom a primeval forest….naming the colorbeneath shadows,your fingers buriedin my hair!tiny deaths….postcards written in flesh!