Moon Song

Desire dwindles into fever babbling inconspicuous deaths where no Ear listens. Flood gates open in dreams, scalding memories- ores flow, do you know i Love You? moon song Cries so Never to Be Sung. Your gentleness tightens around my throat, hurt me not as You have Not, flickering around Me like firelight, i am Fee Male, "Do you like my Beard?" you ask so softly, my love, what rule do you Break to Ask This i won- der, hoping You will break them All One Day Special for me Alone.  AYee, my Love, the textbook Ecstasy of You. your Voice sufficient unto the day thereof, open, So open and Careful, Moon Song Cries So Never To Be Sung. The vision of You searing the edges of my Soul. A snag boned child teeters in the surf, the current of Conversation Roaring beyond its matchstick legs, sliding on the rocks of this  ludicrous Love, sure i Do, never though to spin some Transcendence For You, Man, or breathe You, never to enter and sigh, an earthquake In Your Bones,     "I Am!" under the sinking sun Alone in August Later, expiring in a vacuum of lovelessness (message in a bottle corked, and ready for eternity's wave, You take Dimensions beyond mere thoughts of You, and i Am sealed in a crypt of timeless solitude Now Yearning, the worm of your absence at my Heart, eggshells for Bones, your Tremor in Me, desire Dwindles into Fever Babbling inconspicuous Deaths where no ear listens. Moon Song Cries So never to be Sung. On wild mare of surf, my prayer be flung. Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 04:34 PM PST, Carole Dudley    0 • 8