xxanastasiaxx

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

But sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

-Rumi

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The Swan

A blue eye pupil in my park
is the sentient mirror
of a clear, very clear lake...
so clear, that sometimes I believe
my thought is printed
on it's crystalline page.

An air flower, a water flower ,
grave and genteel as a prince
Swan is the soul of the lake
with two human eye-pupils
lily wings, rose oars
beak in fire, neck sad
and proud and the whiteness
and smoothness of a swan....

The grave and candid bird
has an evil working spell
a carnation posed as a lily
he transcends flame and miracle...
his white wings trouble me
like two torrid arms,

Never did lips burn
like his beak in my hands
never a head fell
so languid in my lap
never has such lively flesh
suffered or enjoyed
uncoiled throughout his veins run
filters twice human

His head s crowned
with the ruby of lust
and he drags his desires along
in a roseate train....

I give give him water
in my hands
and he seems to drink like fire
and I seem to offer him
the whole vessel of my body...

and he lives so in my dreams
and fathoms so in my flesh
that I sometimes wonder if the swan
with his two fleeting wings
his odd human eyes
and red burning beak
is only a swan in my lake
or rather a lover in my life...

by the edge of the clear lake
I inquire of him in silence..
and silence is a rose
on his beak of fire
yet, it's in his flesh he speaks to me
and it's in my flesh i understand him

Somtimes I am utterly and only my soul!
other times I am utterly and only my body!
he sinks his beak inside me
and remains still as though dead..
and on the crystalline page
in the sentient mirror
of the lake which sometimes
reflects my thought
the swan is a startling red
and I am a frightening white...