Let Charolette BeatBetween the waves of our summer's beat fell the drum. Iron: red, hot and full rang the thumps of the voodoo heart. Grandfathers hands kept time twice with one soft hum. Racing circles round his face, long black limbs within the dark.Let Charolette Beat
Charolette's babe wailed banshee shrieks from out her breast. To match the strength of drum's tight stretched bass. Mother's arms cradled her smooth to form a nest. Hushed her screams and turned her lungs to a perfect case.
Without effort grandfather turned to voice tales untold. Of Charolette's chocolate folds and needled arms and thinning bones
The Body.Make well the earth. Come with open arms to accept her heat. Dance as the roads, the snakes and flames of the rock, the world To elict the body to breath her; sweet.The Body.
Care now the sky. Taste of his scream, the cry as rain. Heavy are the burdens the waters bring to cloud the land, the world To entice the body to weight its gain.
Vow take the law. Command limitation, in fair and speak. Ask as the man, able to ask in wonder, time bound flesh, and the world To demand the body to rule in weak.
And hold close the heart. Yell loud its heat, and rain, an
SlickSmelling of burning wood and magazine covers,Slick
She choked my crushed throat with her mercury arms. Saying sin, she breathed "quicksilver" Slick, but I didn't have to drive to tell her that, "Your mind is in the sea, when your heart should be in the stars."
What I want to tell him.The gentle breezes that make petals dance, or bring a warm air to a cold face or a cooling blow to a sweated brow; are birthed from the same mother as torrental gales that carve mountains and violent storms that bring down empires.What I want to tell him.
Love, like winds, is born from the whispers of gods.
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