her

her glass eyes follow you
stepping pass the chair
reading the lamps reflection
divines her message;
the heart's river of sand
carried downstream past dams and
slow eddies gurgling manifestoes

its those glass lips you kiss
tracing the heat of your breath
in the sleeping face
of deep waters

clay heavens sculpted by blind seers;
her glass mask of scars hides her ceremony
her glass mask of colors whisper sunsets
her
glass masks speaks the kind language of night.


blood stratas of redwood
shoulder
emerald canopies
covering the land in shade and alchemy

across black savannahs
rides a pilgrim
under the forfeit of sky.