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My music drips from the corners of your smile
over my restless mind tonight
My winged verses
ascend towards the setting light
as it grows misty and dim
before it turns into a night
falling soft and cold over your thought
Oh... the wonders of thy deeds...
The ways you love me
the journey inside my flesh
the end of your journey, me...
- naked under your inquisitive eyes -
decorated with ornaments of silver and gold
ribbons of desire,
stars of wanting
My old mind of Sarah in labor-
I laughed when i thought "it can't be done!"
Now I feel the pain of birth
as every silent verse comes to life
taking the first breath screaming your name
I open my mouth
and yet I cannot speak
between us only the sweet silence after
thin like spider's web
a whisper caressing every pore of your skin
in admiration, singing...
Thou art my miracle...
This music slides from the corners of your smile
Is it a symphony?
Is it a song?
my idolatrous obsession
a footstep paused between right and wrong
I paint your face with my every word
i paint you with silk caresses over your body,
dandelions swirl in your every kiss
on your lips rests a constellation
- the poor and once disappointed me -
Now I open my lips
as they become full of spirit
Soon the night lowers her veils
to bring me the passion
and the warm softness of you
and the cocoon of your arms
where I nest - humming
A hymn praising
the wonders of thy deeds...
*Literally means "the wonder of thy deeds" and comes from the Hymnus in Ioannem, verses in honour of John the Baptist written in Horatian Sapphics by Paulus Diaconus, the eighth century Lombard historian. The first syllable of each hemistich (half line of verse) has given its name to a successive note.
The first stanza is:
Ut queant laxis
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