Tuesday, April 21, 2009

grace in passive (or: a given)

--of feathers, flight and forces of nature--

your heavy breathing
me, light as a feather
raised, floating up up
soon blown away

to drift is not the same as to dance
-- a senseless feather has no will to move

it moves, being moved.

your strong hand
me, soft as a feather
squashed, flattening more more
soon part of the weave

to cling is not the same as to nestle
-- a pressed feather has no warmth to give

it gives, being given.

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