Thursday, January 11, 2007

the taste of things

You must understand I am not always of this world
I am nakedness drowned in fresh wind, sand between my teeth, briny water pouring over my tongue
I am grasses whispering, the soar of an eagle on an updraft, seabirds crossing the ocean, droplets of waves landing on their bodies, wingtips brushing the crests.
I am sunlight falling in splashes through summer leaves puddling gold on pine needle underbrush.
I am dirt on my skin and sweat in my eyes and wind rushing as hot breath down my throat in gasps.
I am the blood with iron tang pulsing.
I am the scream and the thrust.
I am primal.
I am you and you are me and we are the earth of the water and the air, of the skies and the land, of every creature manifested.

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