Cerise Posted October 4, 2005 Share Posted October 4, 2005 That night I sang to you of rivers Your hands beating patterns on the dusty ground frantic my voice a cool thread of river water full of fish and whale bone rhythm lapping at the edges and called you ‘Brother’ you called me ‘Sister’ when the last lamp was extinguished we fell to ground and I dreamt of water and awoke to black fire the invisible assault of hands my power shaken into ash the next night I waited my hands Carbon dipped and when the quake began again I clasped you to me pressed my palms to your skin the morning light betrayed you those black marks on your back fit each finger trail pathway I called you Brother My mouth would not sing Salt lodged in my throat Whale bone cut into my flesh Inside my womb the dank cavern Something stirred, and I was afraid Look, I said Look what you have done to me. Would you devour my body wholly? You could not answer Your mouth on my breasts my body cut from me There is blood on your lips That night I sang to you of rivers You had tied white feathers into your hair And you shone so brightly my eyes filled with lake water and salt crystal thrumming patterns in the dust wish I had never called you Brother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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