He speaks
And the crippled ghost dances
The beginning of time
Was a feather falling silently
Landing in the fierce river of a woman's hair
I empty my pockets
My pockets are empty
I am silent and I will die this way
My heart is a sleeping baby
My wish a dragonfly
Blooming on my silent tongue
Sweet woman, dip me
Into the silent boughs
Into the white swamp of your kiss
(c)Eddie Dowe
published in Skipping Stones 2005
and in Ripples
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