#214. guest room

March 27, 2010

tired and sleep escapes me
eyes that know no rest
life in ancient times
mind memory
space time
erased

Sacrifice For A Dancer’s 42nd(because she wanted yeats

If
as you say
love is sacrifice
then I would sacrifice
any chance at loving life
with you
to give you that Gift
and this poem
at your desire!

The child glowing, grows there
From the life, grass mown green.
She steps lightly on her
Circuits round. Escaping nothing
She gains her youth.

A man, stranger to her
Offers her the Lead. Shy
Away or Forwards. Gently
And happily or sadly
Grow a dancer.

Will we
go home with fleshy petals
and you watching
over and through me
like all the growing
of pollen golden
flowing over
the tidal line
dividing
life and more life.

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