so close in the coiling night
so tight in the clutch of love
lips of liquid fire open the heart
rolling succulent fibres of our flesh
into the easy morning magic
of movement's rest

such a fargone dream the world
from our tryst of willingness and trust
where the mania of intent
melts in the single thread of light
before the breaking of colour's crack

her hand upon my head upon her belly
her neck in my throat
the calling of the falcon on the scorching wind
no more eloquently speaks of freedom's bonds
the powerful peace of motion

i am called by the fire to scorch myself
time and time again to burn the cords
that bind my laurels in a shield
against the liquid rhythm of the light

earthmother, my priestess
you have infused another altar
that calls my vagary to kneel
and naked pray
the dance of spirit in your flesh

1991
for bechi