Tuesday, February 12, 2008


more jean

from Little Boat

Maria Gravida

Then the gold mother began her touching me
With her long brown face & hands
She tickled me & told me I was beautiful
She held me in the ikon & we gazed

We had a pretty goldfinch   death   salavation
Love was strong as death    Peacocks walked by
Blue immortality       Finches played in black branches
Souls around the cross     It was death in life

Our gold earth gravida
Not a casket but a darkroom for our love
The herma wrought of silver, gilded in fire
Gold mother around me inside me gravida

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