for D.B.A.
where are your blemishes
what do you hide them with
do you hide them well or do they stick out still
in what is flawless or seems so, I look for flaws
of earth, how can anyone or anything
be without blemish here or blemish there
life, this world, to bump into
to fall upon, a time or two
some fall upon heads, end up crack
crack of dawn, crack of life
where she is cracked is that a flaw
a door, a place to adore, to adorn with kisses
soothing kisses
for what seems like an injury but is not
it is where life gets in, where light gets in
desire to leave the room, the world
via that exit, after a while, come in again
come and go via her even now
my exit, my entrances are my songs of her
these allow her to come and go also
we come and go together
when weather permits
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
3:02 p.m. 06.03.10
2 Comments:
And who we allow to enter our lives may affect are art proudly, as you like. I am a mere woman on life's stage and you direct my motions with your 'strange eventful history' of me.
"A mere woman" you say modestly of yourself, D.A. For me you are all women and all creation, in one poetic, womanish drop. I squeeze it in my eyes and in my mouth. Where else I squeeze it, I'll not confess for public eyes to see and know, to know and see. You are sweet sweet sweet.
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