Trixy archives from 2012

Friday, 20 July 2012


is he your
mate? does he
make your strings hum
with the taste of summer bees?


is he the wine that pours from
your lute ? is he the music
that comes from a place
where music is
redundant?


that
makes a sound
only Gods and devils
can hear? is he the beginning
and the end of the circle where time
stands still who's voice is absolute law ?


that brings up the joy in you like a
dormant plot awaiting the
gardeners touch


where
you play together
like a same species ... where
another might be just an understudy ...


that you can feel under your skin
a hundred miles away ... does
he make your soul blossom
like a orchid in a
hothouse


vibrating like a
hummingbird greeting
you at the dawn like a ripe
honeydew who's words bubble
up in you all night that you cannot
sleep and have lost control of the wheel ...




11.07am 19.07.12.