Each Body Beautiful

It is sky in your eyes I see
It is life in your lungs, breathe freely
You are the one
You are the one

Twelve thousand skies
Twelve thousand nights
I should have known I would outgrow
A fascination with empty

Always ready to be unloosed from satin and the white bodice of clouds
each body beautiful, its river, its sinuous logic, its deliberate destination

Awake, asleep, awake, asleep, awake, asleep
Moving in three directions,
towards the sun, away from exhausted deities, away from death

There I am before death and here after:
in the hesitation between leaves,
in the hesitation between knees


© 2008 Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica & Poetry, ASCAP