Day 3 (proof that I take not my own advice) Sing Not of Love Today Sing not of love today. Though no hearts be won your song this way, sing not of love today. Dont spend your ink inside her where you have pressed her shuddering heart in rhythms desperate and tender. Instead, bare cold, knobbed cay of backbone to her warm undulations, because the sea is oversung. A billion others have written her, and before ink they palmed her fullness from clay, so sing not of love today. Though where they washed their hands of her negative spaces a million years before you still find in those blue-green mountain lakes her naked body like cream unfurling in the water, though whole tracts of firmament be glazed over with the radiance of holding her hand on the grass that night, I must insist, sing not of love today. Instead, lets record some clarity to these pages- leave her crying on the porch where you did, after all, leave her and the more blue-green sea that wells out between her and your vessel, the more youll see the siren shes been all these ages. So I beg you turn not your head, though at the corner of your vision her pale face may bloom through the darkness at the porthole. If you would keep yourself, please, walk slow and calm when behind you hear the hurried bare footsteps over the deck closer and closer. Just steady your hand and stay your pen, lest every word be another crooked finger about your neck as you slip the rail to kiss the waves. Sing not of love and shell away. Sing not of love today.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 07:55:08 +0000
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