(no subject)

[elvendoll]

I'd draw all this into a fine element, - a color.
Rosy, rust-red, Orange white.

It's love; I bring it, hair-on-end.
A reflection in my eyes - part of this still room,

our strange shape - and I put my hands

to you - like cool jazz coming.
Seeing these designs we make in pure air.
I'm half-man, half-snake - and you
A BURROW
There are no words but color and muscled form
AND THIS IS NOT IT
I can't remember that instant
and I alter it to elegance
to flowers and animals - and no speech
covers the blankness.
I'm filled perfectly, giving your gift to me.
AND THIS IS NOT IT
This is failure, no trick, no end
but speech for those who'll listen.
I cry "Love, Love, Love, Love, Love,"
but this is not my voice -
these are enormous forms
Rosy, rust-red, Orange, white!