This God's Poet

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This God's poet

has come unglued today.

Just a shambles of living desire.

>From her open heart, only

silent doves fly out.

They have been making love all night

and have become totally pale

in Gods shining hand.

Fluttering love flags,

feathers on a divine wind

with no word of anything but love.

You can take them to your heart-ease

and fly in their invisible plumage.

 

In the highways and the back streets

little children are turning in old women's hearts

playing with their cat-cradled fingers,

giggling at my blushing secrets

as they go falling

sugar dropped, dew-droplets, falling

as tenderness

about my dawning light-headed silence.

 

Hung up and dangling from the breast

of my soul

I can only mumble through a mouthful

of God-passion,

invisibly distracted by this transpiring beauty,

and hide my voice as a beggar

that has become the Queen of the world.

 

If you see me standing looking at the sky

as if seeing it

for the first,

and only time.

Yet greeting it as my own

self-canopied wide-open smile.

Please forgive my dumb-struck,

unhinged happiness looking you over.

I am just your kiss

waiting to return for a few words in you.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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