There are words I've saved......

.........words I don't want to use too much
Cause
They might wear out.

I saved some words mostly becuase
There are days
When I can't stay kissed.

Days when all my confidence
Wears off,
When I'm porous
And just have to have
More of you
To fill me in.

Last Waltz
As I dance
To your left,

They see alone.
My long robe flirts

With the marble floor.
A tender exchange

Reveals that which
Is behind the forms,

It only is a love,
An unending state

Of intertwining,
Of revolving fusion.

Let us secretly waltz
In the communion.

Solely heart knows
That which I speak of.

This refined language
No tongue can touch.

O! Speechless one,
How sweet is your force!

FOLDING THE SHEETS...:

Advancing towards each other

from Burma, from Lapland*...:

From India where the sheets have been washed in the river

And pounded upon the stones:

Together we will match the corners.

You and I will fold the sheets.

From Chine where women on either side of the river

Have washed their pale cloth in the White Stone Shallows

 ' Under the shining moon '.

 We meet as though in the formal steps of a dance

To fold the sheets together, to put them to air

 In wind, In sun over bushes, or by the fire.

 We stretch and pull from one side and then the other -

Your turn, Now mine.

We fold them and put them away until they are needed.

 A wish for all people when they lie down to sleep-

Smooth linen, cool cotton, the fragrance and stir of herbs

And faint but perceptlble scent of clear sweet water.

                                        a poem by

i put on my shoes and went to bed..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

i felt the pain under my feet

and the night

did not end in the thickness of my hair

i was going beyond oblivion

with the destruction of my own body

which was a different living

the only  invention of my sinking breath

where u are

my last longing

 wrapped around my tongue

the last palm around my warm thighs 

the last word in my throat

the last scream of my fingers

and the first fear of my nudity

i put on my shoes and went to bed

to lose whatever i have

whatever there is

in my eyes

and beyond

whatever they gave to my body

to hear

itself

beyond itself

in itself

where u become my slow escape from you

indeed

tell me that i'm the last woman

and i'll tie down my shoe laces around my wrists

i'll cut my hair short

and i'll unite my bed to your knees

i put on my shoes and went to bed....