Monday, November 22, 2010

Kiss me


Choose an old soft ritual about fresh life,
Make an electric picture.
Model Mama, come here.

Heal by intimacy, sexual woman,
you see sanguine perfume
to calm the crazy leader.
Feeling clever, through freedom, about death?

Bird, go out,
Sculpt him blind!
Destroy your pride,
There's no anger to share with art.

Mom tells of that sharp sin, my fear of cooking.
Fiery mother don’t let yourself in.
Flow is harmony,
Serious above our will.

Kiss me always. Give me water tea.


photo: The Brazilian Sisters
Poem from an early muse work, co-attribution lost, 29, 30, 31


The Muse Poems:

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