painted angel, part 1

I I looked to the stars as She sang Her lonely lullaby I heard Her voice in the trees The leaves golden brown Fell softly against my eyes and i wispered your name From where did it come my voice? A sound that could ring out for all eternity Engulf time and space Swallow whole the lifespan fluttering over the flame I took you again Inside Inside me I felt you in the black of my eye Eyes so wide you could see for miles To the edge of the world We walked upon the sand Pebbles and toes Hand in hand My breakdown found in the white wash of the waves rolling in time to the beat of Her heart But could She see the lie that was you and i? Could She feel us slipping away Tripping (the fray) Falling astray from my blackened eye? II In my dream i saw us joined in the hard press of our navel Our umbilical love And, once again, i saw the butterflies This time caught in my hair Their wings feathered Shards of sapphire beating softly against my lips My reflection in your eyes Me and my butterflies Your hands on my shoulders pushing me down Down Down... In our umbilical embrace I'm taking you with me You're going down With me On me Upon me you wished a thousand nights And i granted your sacred vision Your secret buried deep within my belly I breathed fire the butterflies gone And we were alone Our body of one Fingers, limbs, eyes intertwined Fiction and flesh But fantasy faded and i found myself staring out the window A new day, dawned, and where had i been? III Dried paint, like blood, under my nails A tattoo of Her across my chest and down my legs But what did it mean? i wondered It meant i was Her work of art Her masterpiece Her blank canvass transformed I was Her creation I was what She had painted just for you I was Hers and I was yours I was your painted angel Your gift I burned brightly as i tumbled down into your bed Her voice in the shadows Her thoughts in my blackened eye Her fingers on my back Pushing me deeper into the world She had created for you But you had turned away Blown out the candle. . . .this is part one of a "serial poem" that isn't quite finished yet... Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 04:26 AM PST   0 • 10