She danced in the dark last night,
raised me to the height of my
feet shuffling against the kitchen floor
and what light could hide behind the midnight
laughs of knowing?
showing
what uncomprehended Word
that walked in, took my hands
and placed them around her back, dancing
and placed them on her moving skin
and placed them on the midnight light
of my feet shuffling, and her laughs of knowing, and what the world could not comprehend
"I would your worship take notice, replied Sancho, that those you see yonder are no giants, but wind-mills...." "It seems very plain, said the knight, that you are but a novice in adventures: these I affirm to be giants; and if thou art afraid, get out of the reach of danger, and put up thy prayers for me, while I join with them in fierce and unequal combat."
3 comments:
wow.
Such a poet.
Awesome! Glad you're back. :-)
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