Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Cooking Up a Sculpture 1

Imagine this...
Your prayers clothe my body
And make me yours
My movement your movement
Your touch, my clothing
Cold light.
Bathe me with your paper prayers
Soak me in your wishes
Slow walk sagging wishes
Shedding wet paper skin placed upon me
To form another...
Blanket.

A body on it's own
Drained of wet paper water
Dripping sound
Bounced off empty
Baking sheets
Dropping sound
From body to body
Sound body.



1 comment:

badandysoria said...

i love you and miss you, mishelai!