If, bare-breasted, moon-blooded,
above the blue sea, in diamond-sprayed splendor,
I am woman-formed
of raw winds and whispered light,
green-gowned and peach-scented—
but as a day here and away–
I am time-stilled
beyond recalling fiddle beats
from the shadows,
where a thousand ruins stand,
sun-petal-swept and silent.
I am all—
most eternal, champagne cool,
seeing, embracing secrets,
the delicious brilliance of star breath,
dancing in darkness.
My May Day poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. As usual, even though I thought this poem would go one way, she sent me somewhere else.