"silent kneel"

split the seed
allow me to burst forth
and walk upon the corner of your mind.
the creases elevate my feet
to higher knowledge;
i touch your wisdom
with the veils of my tongue.
silence, silence is blooming,
do you hear it pour forth
from the chattering jug?

open sound and listen to its rhythm,
its waves of silence crash upon
this medieval tapestry.
lap your four, four time against me,
slowly drowning me
into dark shadow spices;
burn me in the kiln then
sprinkle me anonymously
over the blush of the blossoming rose.

the fragrance of her spills
upon the green of his blade
calling him to the garden of perfume
enter upon the note of desire
and rise upon her kneel
she lays before you.
red, she whispers,
like the blood on the thorn,
which seals wax and wane within
the pearl of the moonless night.

for Dragon
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
16apr05