In the centuries that have
created her eyes, I am the student
eager to read between each lash,
to lift up the dark veils of what
she has seen, and to feel
the thrill of knowledge rushing
like a rampant river through my veins
I want to know her inside
and out, to feel the crashing of her
against me, waves pounding
a relentless path towards the edges
of earth, I want to kiss the volcanic
fire of her, drink the cool blue
of her inner core - she doesn’t know
how I long to read by her light,
to study her shadows with the tips
of my fingers, shatter the mirror
neither one of us cares to look into,
and lock our hands together
until our knuckles turn
to white ash...
Adding your comment:
Mairi is a beautiful poet, woman, and she inspires me to always write with passion. Love, Lane
Meg~
So beautiful.
