++ALMOST DRINKING WHALES TALES OR CANDLES FLAME++  

Carved is a ship heading without fortune.
lick your wounds before they recess deeper so many try to leap over the
flames, go beyond the point where metal becomes a stream.

The dance with riverstones quenched the ache The songbird in the banyan
snatching the knives from the hands that knew gentleness best.

Her opulence haunts me
takes me to the cliffs almost drinking whales tales.

Everything that is miraculous is taken away you don't want left over passion
play say the words you have always meant

bent out of shape lost love affairs
taken deep into the lions lair
Your memory recedes with each step
a cool breeze shudders you and shakes the candles flame.

Infiltrated by a kiss
marked by strange perception
pursuation pulls loose the threads of temptation.

We are all looking for healing
some closeness that we feel is our
divine right.

Your wonder meant

glows from the core
There is an inexpressible pain I wish to enfold.

Sort through the fragments
the bruises, the tear faults, the daunted nights felt like a collision of
stars.

As you turned your heavenly body
through the silken sheets

not defeated.

© 2006 Francis A. Willey