Thursday, November 10, 2011

Novenber 10 2011 Murmation

without a word i will move with you
to become black cream in white coffee

against a lead sky with you
my wish is to blur, to remove

sharp edges of what it means
to love another, your eyes are a swarm

shedding boundaries, stripping the
lines around my starling soul

that feasts on a jazz that is the
flight of a solitary bird,

spirit is the collective
consecrated as it blots out the sun.

blackened by simple all consuming joy.

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