Birth Rite - '00

Lavender skinned I am a mountain
The caves I have cried in are open to me.
Scents of sulphur and thunder my spine
I am shifted as sand in the fist of the sea
I am flung to the night with the stars.

Dark waters deep holding limbs of smooth stone,
Rocking hourless weight over into the void
Black winged pain claws at me back to the core
Stitched into my bones, tattooed in blood
I am hurled to the teeth of the waves.

The Centre - March '98

Last summer we were cocooned, like seeds.
In swarms of warm breath
Flutter winged and tingle fingered.
Moth hearts swimming and swooning
In honey tipped breast dreams
Dripping into infancy.
An hour glass streaming
Moment after moment of lacy touches,
Slipping through consciousness
Like opal milk.
Mouths open.
Rooting.