NAP 2

seeker, Oct 13 2007


With toes flex extending her –
she launches in a laugh with hair pulled up
by strings of wind
puppeting her head back and to the sides,
twisting her body flow,
creating new flight curves –

giggling in motion.

Landing on her toe flexed
dipped dirtied
earthskined
knees –
she looks up with brown ferociousness
at any approach near her edge’s dance –

I can see but cannot touch.

Kissing the smell of me mixed with
decay -
she launches again
laughingly,
dripping her knee blood
in signature –

shadowing a smile upon her liquid mark.