horizons last echo

april sky so soon

drifting on a serpents tail,

leave things unsaid

as land sloop nods it’s sails

passing by

current winds darkly,

past rises and falls

heart regains soft perfume

and patient curve of dreams,

the dose of milky words is measured

and watch strong veins yield,

fertile nymph swift winged

with gentle reprimand and sweet caress

each phrase an anchor

she is the earth i sought

connect and chains alike rendered

into length across the gulf

range to stars and hand shaped sun,

beam downward facing light

it’s shift as hot  as a hammer strike,

layers heat stripped back

pool of her shine

into a naked dance

witnessed by constellation

who appraised and agreed,

becoming fugitives

beyond a shouting earth

we fled on the arch

of freedoms ray

 

terra corpus, stella corpus

my body stands as an activist

mapped out to protest and endure

honesty shown in every drop of ink

tatooed cartography over flesh

intrinsic map of global configuration,

do not trace routes with that

accusing finger it’s irony stains

will ruin my contours and relief,

be it earth or beyond the

airless limits i reside

and listen to the voices beyond

and those that pray,

eyes behold what lies before

and i will not yield,

listen to me and live as i say

i am your journey

to that everlasting place

within that olive texture skin

my breasts will show milk

from which kindness is drawn

but kindness is not unlimited

it ends feudal and bitter,

take me into your homes

and i will protect fear turns

at my image,

and i will be here forever more

my body my life

never in stasis always a flux

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