my mind the ink pen
has come alive again!
(in the feminine sense)
he is taking his time
i wonder if he can ever hear me?
typing out:
my god,how perfect you are
when he speaks:
flowers fall from the sky,they fall perfectly..
forming:
a floral crown,a romantic anointing.
gold on gold
pale on soul.
no matter the weight of our
dialogue
your speech
your mouth
your spirit
your heavy gaze
your full moon eyes
become a discovery
night by night
he
the hidden manuscript
hidden away,heavy,sweet.
we
ghost to ghost
the
rambling ways
of a typewriter brain.