Thursday, May 14, 2009

Correspondence

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.

5 Comments:

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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