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By Misti Date: 2003 Aug 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.12.06.36.5746]] |
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you came to me more easily and with more grace than the magic of my real name revealed to me on my knees on the dirt floor of the sanctuary transfixed by the glitter of Orion's Belt through the high window you came to me easily not like rain to the mesa you were the blackest cloud throwing your shadow down you came with bone casting thunder all my cousins hid under the dust among the jars of summer's harvest but I stood alone with arms raised high you were the storm I was warned about my grandpa told me about She With Raven Tresses She With Crazy Laugh She With Nimble Feet he knew you would not be afraid of anything or anyone especially me and it was all true but I was not warned of the surge the painful swelling and drowning needing you more than the answer I prayed and danced for when I figured out I was alone in my enchantment and everyone around me was zombiefied I did not dream of this aching taking you into myself absorbing and filling and begging for the promise of the infinite in your arms |