......................beyond thought, there is a field. will you meet me there?...............................(rumi)


sweet melt godiva's horse

and he is horse-top

sliding gently into field


borrowed time.......................oh love! o love....

lady ethiopia, i am starving for you


how the flowers talk at railroad stations

and bus terminals

how flowers lean in to each other

over the tamac road how

they put their bendy arms around each other


there is no lake like this lake which is the world

purple sky

green rain-drops where our feet were...

the world is not very big

and there is only room in it for our desperate loving...


i suppose soldiers will frost the spring

and tranquilised windows

but christ, the grass!

and the purity of lips

when they are not wasted on speech

the solemn cathedral of our bodies

humanity

stretching out its arms

here, in the forbidden corner

and there, in heaven


lady ethiopia, we are starving for you

the pianos that we hide inside ourselves





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