The experiencer

I am the experiencer

necromancer too

wizard of the sky

my feet are curved like moons

I taste the surface of this earth

or my imagination

portaling through

dissolution death

seated in soft blooms

innocent

flying inside

spread eagled in my sphere

following the crows

on course

to blue star

heart music

a snaky illumination

a shimmering song

a magnetic tune

falling through my body

filling and rolling my throat

I give birth

an orange large and juicy

shining over billowing thighs

and now

I balance

upon my golden navigation tool

reflect upon me

bouncing through this sweaty life

soft skin of face against your rough sprouting chest

following the blue note

underneath my breast

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I Serenade You

 

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  second of ten poems.

Noble words revolve

like wisps passing through my stars

touching grace.

A temporary, fractious glory

flings my arms like backward wings

with feather tips,

spread in sweet torture.

Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought,

the first birth or dismembering of consciousness,

buttering me with music

sugaring my experience

gifting me with choice

to see the autumn harmony

falling on invisible shoulders

and nuzzle in to hummus here.

OH luminosity and wrath,

what is my excuse for garnering golden borders

where only liquid song slides?