samuel saint thomas
the wind swept through my pants like a butterfly.
i looked as far as i could imagine,
here and there like a sandwich
between desire and the sweat on my lips.
the openness of the prickly horizon,
new thoughts of embrace and risk
of enclosure and exposure naked
in my withdrawal, where i hide in wide open faces ..
stunned and transfixed i stood.
i spun my arms out in asking,
how shall i find closeness in this wilderness?
how shall i find openness in the casket?
look in my soul said she.
blindness and vertigo ripped my soul from the dark.
gently bound and tied i entered the lilly,
and opened my mouth to swallow fear ..