January 31st

swim upside down,
past the carnivores.
into waves of black silk.
let your mind rest along her curves..
along the mysterious lines,
and the open imagination of her lips.
Cold to the touch,
merely the cradle that holds new life..
we look and we lust, and we leave..
but we seldom journey as far down as the soul.
To the why.. to the reason.
you are a storm inside of minds. Mine.
When do we ever become aware of the profoundness of ourselves?
When do we wake?
When do we see color for the first time..
see our faces and the dust on our jeans?
I have been taught to
watch genesis from a distance..
and do not roar,
do not scream,
or the world will fall to pieces -
and who desires such a thing?
Perhaps it is time for rebellious dreams.
For flames,
and for obscure
and marvelous things.




Andrew Tipton