Tuesday, April 8, 2008

kissing the wind

Little girls
Dance and bob
By the lake like
Wind making love
To snapdragons
Or tied ribbons

Their limbs press
Against the sun
With no burdens
To contemplate

Their youth
Attracts the most
Worried hands
Behind helpless
Minds so that
They are
No longer
Welcomed to be
Little sister-gods
Riting their passages
With the songs in
Their hips, with the
Guiltless gestures in
Their black eyes

Before their dance
Is done, one says
To another, Wait
Right here. Until
I come back.


No comments: