Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Deuteronomy 6: In Writing

The light through the drapes
the thread of road winding away
the warm smell of sunned olives
the heavy vines that shiver and sway
against  hair and arms

Are binds that bite flesh
twining the heart,
flinging forward to net
the fluttering wind,
making all words one:
I am here.

Sinai of the body
of sloped belly,
of heavy haunches 
sinking and springing, 
to trace the bonds
we weave each day

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