It is here.
Already. Perhaps always?
This creature with its complicated desire –
creates me, creates in me,
hints at something that can become.
This finding of it – it of me – tastes of cold binding to a flame.
It is here.
Already. Perhaps always?
This creature with its complicated desire –
creates me, creates in me,
hints at something that can become.
This finding of it – it of me – tastes of cold binding to a flame.
I like these, Ms. Ox. Moo!
I love this one. It feels impetuous, playful, eyebrow raising, eye brows raised. And I love your words, especially that description of us, “cold binding with flames.” So rich and full, describing that complication, that mingling, that dissolving.
David, mu 2 U 2!
ZDS, thanks. This series is really challenging. It seems to truly “capture” the Ox one has to become the Ox.
But methinks the horned, hoofy one has taken over more than I had thought it could! 😉
I was thinking of those pokey horns!