Thousand-Dollar
Nights
Videos
of thousand-dollar nights
Our
priceless mornings
There
is no rational point
Shed
your dry sheath and
let
your sword give rise
with
the rising of the sun
Dangling
tendrils calculated
to
link hand to the sorrel threads
and
the proposition of dispersal
I'm
color blind with spectral sensitivity
with
the end of light
thrown
into blackness
an
atmosphere measuring
seconds
that engulf me
Feeding
me your love
your
incorruptible lust
and
reddened head
until
the upright shrinking violet
that never
measures the flow
of
the numinous river of life
congeals
to a symbol of human desire
©Mimi
Wolske, January 2014
All Rights Reserved
(art by Malcolm T. Liepke)
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