echo blush

it began in the brush
felt like a hand's touch
across my legs my hips
and the pine nestled
as a kiss on my lips

some mud came through
was a comfort... cool
soft on a hot day
I blushed, what a fool

wet wood, a chain to rust
will one day turn to dust
I will, I can, must I again... trust

then, smell his skin
from the dream, thin
my gift box tin

all through till dusk
stayed, carried the wind
sweet like the tree moss musk

descend to ascend;
ever true, lied to,
on the mend-
witness to my demise
I rise.
      
though eyes plucked
still believe in kind
blood dried
in hands blind...
time needs time.
trine divine.
      
though a distance-
my sight,
still steady, fine.
honeysuckle twine,
in the pine brush,
cool mud, hot sun.
echo blush.
   
to the sea
went the last
undeserv'd tear.
near or far.
the star, the star,
I see the star.
I know who we are.
   
hush, hush... whisper!
echo blush
don't make a sound.
LISTEN near the ground.
 
echo blush,
I felt the touch,
a stone by the sand,
of my own- land.
   
land, leap, run...
stop, wait.   hesistate.
a moment. breathe,  in
out. stall. recreate.
All.
   
descend to ascend.
on the mend.
but in my eyes
the trees give and bend...
   
hush, hush... whisper!
echo blush
don't make a sound.
LISTEN    near the ground.
   
like that day in the brush...
I felt the touch,
like your hand
in the sand,
a stone, a love...
of my own.
   
that night remains
a few hours, smiles and no games
only a memory kept
 
hush, hush... whisper!
echo blush
don't make a sound.
LISTEN near the ground.

pay attention
to what we have heard...
bound
unbound
they do make a sound.


February 2011