A Thief of Nature

A moon caught in your throat
Little bells ringing out
Solus sanctus
Enthralled to stillness.
There are many ways you pretend
To be still, and still you move
Shivers chasing my tongue
Fingers breaking the secret
Supplicating eternal upon my skin
New legs brushing the voice of history into prayer.
What wholeness!
Tongue wrapped around your man poem
Recital that understands perfection.
I steal those tones.
In my hand – our lives
Those moments of natures expansive intimacy –
Those moments never last.

Those Divine Lips

On public display,
A beauty veiled,
The paradise vale,
Cusps, cups and ridge,
A black galaxy hanging over,
The white springs of life,
Mount desert Sinai,
Those divine lips,
Oh Moses, O’ Joseph, O you,
Kiss, caress and drink,
Seek, see and listen,
The eternal words,
Truth, beauty and god!

by @JosepEgypt

This beautiful poem, inspired by the image above, was written by a Twitter friend, who was kind enough to share it with me and to allow me to share it with you all.

All (be)comes from Ash

Atoms vibrate and glimmer
through rainbow breath, while
upon gossamer wings of brilliant hues
and the melody of predestination
my Beloved whispered
of me

and beads of moisture mix with clay
exhale dreams unreeling
upon skies of ageless song

as stories yet scribed
on stone (they) sit firmly,
washed pure by robes of the River Kawthar,
each fibered drop cleansing
me.

 

(c) A Hannan