give me flesh and blood real because there are 27 wounds in my heart

1.

Give me flesh and blood real
like this Clementine I peel,
see how the blossom bore fruit?
even my fingers know this,
I can't shadow dance
and still feel your burning touch
on the hollow of my back,
your breath on my neck
where the pulse throbs,

I can't listen to memories
swirling in my head

leave you stone temples
leave your prasad
leave your carnations and tiger lilies
your jasmine incense,
there,
at the door,
come
to me
empty handed
and whole-hearted.

love me the way I am.
full of the moon and
angry tears
and I'll love you just because,
just because
you are real.

2.

there ae 27 wounds in my heart
leaves taste the summer breeze,
the sky implodes with sunrise,

the serpent in the Garden
licks the scent of Us,

my skin does not languish
my mouth shall not curse
the silence.

you are here to bury me,
the last detail is the finest.

the rose bleeds,
my lips drenched in poems.

— Kailashana, Jun 18, 2009

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Cloudthings

16 years 11 months ago

Oh god I love that last line Anna "my lips drenched in poems", I

Ah brilliant shiner, exquisite writer, mover of hearts & minds, I bow to YOU. You caused me to be with you in every word & know these things inside as you do so well Anna, every time. I am humbled in the simplest ways, always a good thing I think, to be in this same cyber room with you & grateful to be privvy to your interactions... Sigh, this is such a moving write you do it every time. You leave your mark on my heart more deeply each poem I read Anna. I love you for it, without expectation of any return of course... Oh I wanted to add to your wisdom filled write here... I think I have heard a few times & draw more closely into myself each time, "Love is embracing the other JUST the way they are.... & JUST the way they are not" (paraphrasing)... I think we all need reminder of it sometimes, well I do, it doesn't work if we do it any other way, longing for change in another. It suddenly occured to me I need to be with that for myself some time ago, & I am reminded sharply just now that I am so impatient to be recovered & back working etc. not so patient with myself as I would be another... Ah well, lessons continue through life. Oh god I love that last line Anna "my lips drenched in poems", I feel I drown in it! Love to you in your glorious silk words~ Anni ~~~ "Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond o

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Anni I have loved you from

Anni I have loved you from your first words, you're like a daughter to me. Please love yourself enough to give yourself healing time. Relax with the impatience. I know it well. It is one that I have struggled with my whole life. When our patience is rewarded, so to speak, it's always *now* anyhow. lol. Love. ~Anna "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

Cloudthings

16 years 11 months ago

every word you have placed here, has held such jewels of inspira

Dearest Anna, I feel the same re your first word, sigh! & every word you have placed here, has held such jewels of inspiration, solace, joy or too deep grief, too familiar to remain detatched too real & well painted on the lovely canvas of page... I did not know of your affection though & am moved to a small weep (think I am hormonally challanged today!!! Possibly lack of sleep though, it is so tempting to read & write here late into the night)... of gratitude & community, & something of humility as well, I could never expect it, & it is very much a gentle butterfly of freedom you have alighted so gently I might not have noticed... I think it is your way sometime dear woman... Your beautiful wings so perfectly proportioned & controlled the grace complete & oddly piquant (I know, but it is there I swear it). You are so light in this world, light of burden, I adore it, yet the vibrancy of your truth & wisdom is almost blindingly beautiful... You are such a phenomenal inspiration Anna. I have happy tears, I am so warmed by the company of such wonderful human beings in this world, somehow I have come more & more often to the Eden of my dreams, those I had no architect for, the Babylon of poetry a tower to the endless quest of langauge clarity & deeper understanding... Anna, I find you always at it's peak, those graceful, exquisite wings, flex mesmerisingly in the sunlight & fresh coolness, undaunted by the passions & drama & joy & grief you allow to flow so gracefully to our eyes, & here, unlooked for, is the seed perhaps for my 5th "Ode". Yes... now "IS" Much love xx~ Oh... & you are far more like a sister than a mother my wonderful Isis, I am not so young, & you & I both ageless anyway, you know what I mean. x Anni ~~~ "Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond o

bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Anna,

With ease, intricacy and fineness that mouth moans such hush of bush's torch like one purple slipper waiting in the wandering shelter with its moss it calls so far I hear its sound in the morning rise of each work each happiness that's born upon the lips of friends but that moaning so becomes you awaiting endings waits it glistens, do you hear? I would hear it oh so long for to never venture oh so near to risk its slightest wrong. Brian

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Thank you both, you’re my

Thank you both, you're my stars in my otherwise lonely dream, ~A "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

weirdelf

16 years 11 months ago

And the eloquence and

And the eloquence and passion you inspire in your stars speaks as to your self and your work, much love, Jess