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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Home is an island in the turquoise sea

Home is an
island
in the turquoise
sea
that wrapped
its warm sweet
arms around
and breathed sweet
soft air into me
Home is an
island
in the turquoise
sea
Lilting voices
frangipangi
goats strolling
blood slowing
spine loosening
the layered chrystalis
over the me

Home in an
island
in the turquoise sea
emerald curved goddesses
on their sides lie in
the sun shining there
protecting and soothing
languid and voluptuous
absorbing before coalescence
any possible care

Home is an island
in the turquoise sea
that I stumbled upon
as a womanchild steeped
in the promised could of maybe
Home is an island
in the turquoise sea
spilling light into
darkness and from dream reality


Home is an island
in the turquoise sea
dazzling colors
tantalizing eyes
salt sprinkling skin
on white powdered sand
as toes walk within

Walk in rhythym
of life as all moves from
sea back to blood
and at times rain
falls in sheeted
power pounding in flood
pounding on roofs
sucking all sound from the ear
yet even then
on the cusp of all fear
the island offers its
breasts bursting
its breasts bursting full
suckled sunlight
melting harm with each pull

Home is an island
in the turquoise sea
sun clear shining yet again
always the flora fantastical
the air soft and warm
all pretensed pretension
all artiface melted away
in the light, heat, perfume
and clear turquoise sea's sway

Where the self is set free
where the chrysalis falls
and all on soft wings float
home in that island in the turquoise sea
That island where reigns
in each droplet soaked moist
in each sunbeam and green leaf
in each dazzling blossom and emerald hill
in the very air moving
moving as all outside stands by comparison still

Home is that island
in the turquoise sea
where one can somehow
beyond explanation just
simply and majestically be

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