a white goddess poem...OTHER SELF
A lover of lightning, thinking of her,another person dancing the animal hide of me.
I feel my way back along a mere thread
alone in her tenderness when everything
is running along on the even edge,
as blue electrons roil across her skin
and nature's mirror darkly reflects a face within.
"You can't disguise your cauldrons of indigo;
you fill your dark corner again with secrecy
and that amber weirdness like a topaz,
a small stream through your quiet woods
the color of tea and afternoon behind shades.
A jagged piece of the night lurks in you
hung with dinner bells and shattering voices."
Resisting everyone's expectations,
brewing chamomile, tripping the grace notes
on our computer, how you fill me,
like a powerful cat exploiting her color
to use the night, that high-touch world
where people look inside themselves
for that extraordinary other brain.
Living beside me, sharing the breath of sleep;
its all about love force and moon shimmers
and memories of a world without end,
the only place that isn't a glass of ether
and radiant dark portals of information.
You make a magical language of thin whispers
willow streaming, beaked with nightingales.
Sleep has nothing to do with lining your nest,
the white silk horses thunder in your meadow,
the feather down is from a startled bird,
the future is rich and waxing... and you are wise.
A lover, thinking of her, dancing the animal hide,
mirrors blue electron nodes upon waking,
stumbles on the jawbones of poets.
