This is a poem about a girl, and danceing, and wanting to be in one place while moveing. |
Et ait Moyses: Consecrastis manus vestras hodie Domino, unusquisque in filio, et in fratre suo, ut detur vobis benedictio. We met where neither you nor I exist In the place dark meets light earth meets night sea breaks day Where there is no conversation, But shut eyes burning bright Where view meets view The horizon stands invisible very close to the breathing earth And very close to the gasping sky, and almost nowhere And always in the same place Where all things are bound together with the thinnest chord, Running just outside the scope, separating thing from thing And binding(hear this. know this!) binding all things To the raging, spitting, warm, sweet, throng of what? Expanse of fractured, wholesome, singular dominion. And in each other’s arms, with unsure hands on our skin, hips, lips and thighs I took a step, and you took a step, and we stepped together until... In each other’s eyes we stared, bewildered, Trying to discern the difference, between this and that, To find the definition of things, and something’s, and nothings We said "What the Hell!" and “What the hell!" Deciding it must not matter. Noticing no one, but a pulse, and meter, and this Was the way we breathed together. We stepped together to the line. Forever not crossing what was not, Into [...] like all the real living things So when I see you, I see you Love; The most impossible thing, like you said, Or did you refer to no one else? All of everything's, cleverly undefined As exactly what is; all of it Refuting dictionaries through experience. Pretty, un-darling, un-child, of un-mine Hands on shoulders, necks and hips In a place where neither you nor I exist, Please, let me be. |