Thursday, October 01, 2009
you pay homage to my lake world
all wise warnings you have ignored
these ripples sought by men before you
are collected tears impossible to hold
each dew-kissed satin petal
is as much a venom as ecstasy
to mortals who came of their own accord.
away with your hands--
your obsession stands no chance.
i allow you not to pluck me
much less touch my fragility.
i belong to this fluid sanctity--
be content in living twice removed
because beggars like you
never have the luxury of choice.