tigress
furtive, your sleep, sneaked in my bed
kissing my eyes, (to dream with you)
and I feel and burn and I hear and live
and I see I'm predestined to love you
me, docile like a tigress, you, epidemic,
me, phased, you, make‧me‧feel‧so‧good
The Ghost Song
it may have been in pieces... but I gave you the best of me Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon, couples naked race down by its quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy. The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon, the Ancient Ones, - the time has come again, choose now they croon beneath the moon beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream, Come with us! Everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life - and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns have stormed, the windows kept - and only one of all the rest to dance and save us from the ...
