I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
Feed where thou wilt, on mountains or in dale;
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
– Shakespeare –
i asked for a kiss
I asked for a kiss you gave me six.
Whose pupil were you to become such a master?
Full of kindness, generosity…
You are not of this world.
– Rumi –
say it hot
“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you,
say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.”
-D.H. Lawrence
wild berries…
when I watch you move
it’s as if
my eyes are old hands
uncovering and furtively picking
wild berries
before they fallit’s as if
I am parched
and you are water
and my eyes drink
till I am quenched
by your smooth taut skinit’s as if
you are a gift I open
my eyes long fingers
slowing untying a thin ribbon
that slips
beneath crisp paper,
smoothed out
by one long slow glance
— Marilyn Dumont —