Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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64<br />
Become this singing, melody’s devilish liquor,<br />
rhythm’s alluring bamboo bed, ever a muse bright<br />
secreted in pink, dancers bid deeper joining<br />
with exploding muscles & stretching bones,<br />
a moment wild with hurry, every moment’s<br />
ever wider yaw, this singing beyond choice,<br />
beyond purpose, the greater when no power<br />
nor shaping is refused.<br />
Become this singing, this willing, this<br />
submission’s pleasure-awled trance. This<br />
mother of every touch, father of every<br />
throb, tribes gathered from & through &<br />
among this singing. Heal what can be,<br />
I pray everywhere. Give me to this. Tonight<br />
I disappear unto a thousand open delights.<br />
Become this singing, lastly & again,<br />
the hiss of every choosing’s mystery,<br />
what saves me to my bed another day,<br />
what tickles me into sunlight,<br />
what I dream for all with daisy petal’s glow.<br />
This singing for you, accept it, it matters. Respond.<br />
***<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005