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Parabola & Parable |
I believe in the curve
of a woman's breast,
the magic manifest
in that geometry,
the desire
to move my hand
along that line
as if it were
keys to a piano
windless chimes
to create song
rude exultation
as holy as the deepest
silence from which
the Word
was first spoken.
Even in absence
no cruel god
takes away
the sustaining dream
of that line
or the power
that desire
places in my limbs.
A siren calls me
into the curve,
the arc of water
at the river's edge--
there is no fear
of drowning,
only bursting
into flame.
copyright 2004
Kenneth
Gurney |
