It was in the utopia of joined breath---
in the crucifixion of thoughts
that bled you…
It was in the chisel that shamelessly
etched possibility into a
calloused heart
It was in the lawless glow of untamed spirit
confessing the devilry behind eyes
and midnight smiles
It was in the starving words that cascaded
down from hurricane lips into
a wild foam of desire
It was in the timeless vestige of love’s shadow
where two silhouettes dared to grapple
and emerge feverish from cinders
It was belief in something stronger than words
when time froze and profound emptiness
ached to be filled
Or maybe it was the soul’s emancipation
from a cage of ribs into unknown
cavities the color of sunset
Maybe still, it was the timeless divide
of yielding flesh, splitting love open
like a new dimension
A strange universe sliding in pure as water
firmly rooted, reaching for the core--
traveling with gravity...
Copyright © 2011 by Vincent John Ancona
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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