by Saul Stacey Williams
The square root of a kiss is a hum
i hum under my breath when i contemplate
the drum of your heartbeat
and my heart beats for your breath
i revel in the wind for mere glimpses
i'm tornado over you
would you look into the eye of my storm
i whirlwind through your life like breeze
and fill your lungs
as we achieve the second power of a hum
I love...
as instruments come to life through breath
the wind sends my high notes to indigo communions
with Coltrane's "Favorite Things"
...this is my body
which is given for you,
this is my blood
which is shed for you...
my love like the wind, uncaged
blows time into timeless whirlpools
transfiguring fear and all of it's subordinates
(possession, jealousy, fear)
into crumbling dried leaves
my love
is the winds slave
and, thus is free
my love
is the wind that is shaped
as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels
becoming words of wisdom
songs of freedom
or simply hot air
my love is the winds song
if it is up to me, i'll never die.
if it is up to me, i'll die tomorrow
one-thousand times in an hour
and live seven minutes later
if it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine
and the moon will never cease to glow
and i'll dance a million tomorrows
in the sun rays of the moon waves
and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come
ignoring all of my after thoughts
& preconceived notions
if it is up to me,
if it is up to me.
and thus my love:
untainted
eternal
the wind is the moons imagination wandering:
it seeps through cracks
explores the unknown
and ripples the grass
my love is my souls imagination
how do i love thee?
imagine
Copyright �1997 Saul Stacey Williams
from "The Second Octave, The Early Writings of Saul Stacey Williams"
