12-16-2011, 08:55 PM
I dream of Kamala kissing me
with “lips like a freshly cut fig”,
while my life and breath are
pleasurably sucked out.
I awake in a panic, reaching out
with claw-like fingers as though
I could pull the air into my lungs
faster than my panicked muscles
are already trying to do.
Sometimes at night my anima wishes
to take more than her fair share,
or so thinks the “I” that I think of as me,
even though that “I” changes as quickly
as the surface of a fast moving stream.
I think this is why I cannot enjoy
the love she trades for my essence.
Nothing is free, not even within myself.
But the truth is, what really scares me,
is she shows me my impermanence,
for to fall into the stream of her love,
I must first embrace the idea that
I do not exist…but love is like that.
©2011 ~Erthona
with “lips like a freshly cut fig”,
while my life and breath are
pleasurably sucked out.
I awake in a panic, reaching out
with claw-like fingers as though
I could pull the air into my lungs
faster than my panicked muscles
are already trying to do.
Sometimes at night my anima wishes
to take more than her fair share,
or so thinks the “I” that I think of as me,
even though that “I” changes as quickly
as the surface of a fast moving stream.
I think this is why I cannot enjoy
the love she trades for my essence.
Nothing is free, not even within myself.
But the truth is, what really scares me,
is she shows me my impermanence,
for to fall into the stream of her love,
I must first embrace the idea that
I do not exist…but love is like that.
©2011 ~Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.