Thursday, May 14, 2009


She lies in her envelope of blankets-
letter of skin, signature
of bone.

He reads her like sign language,
stamps his kiss upon her -
a seal of wishes
in blackness and privacy.

He'll fill her belly full of light
and send her safe
through the cavern of dark.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Love the whole mail metaphor thing in this , very cool kid, wonder if it just came out like that or if you had to work at it?

4:16 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

The first strophe came out just like that. The second was right behind it, and the last one arrived the next morning.

The only real editing I did was to take out two lines that were between the first and second strophe that didn't seem to really connect with the rest of the poem.

8:26 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Gotta love it when a poem lands like that *grin*, it sorta falls into your lap with a little note from God attached reading "Enjoy"

3:31 PM  
Blogger 2 peas in a pod said...

This one leaves me speechless, in awe.

You get better all the time!

Best wishes always, Laura

2:15 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Laura, thank you!

1:48 PM  

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