Friday, September 17, 2010

archaeology

The subtle depths of your voice
its unexpected twistings and turnings
inspire me to undertake
an excavation of my own.

I unearth
vast, hidden deposits of desire
hard and demanding, silvery in the moonlight;
but also a thin, pure vein of tenderness,
golden,
warming quickly in the sun,
beginning to flow freely
after an eternity trapped in the rock.

I am tempted to dive in
delve into the ancient, unexplored mountain
but the danger of landslide is high.
 

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