| “Blood Pearls” © Copyright 19937 By Dana Shino, The Purple Phoenix, LLC www.thepurplephoenix.com At night, when I lie curled like a child, and my hand curled in the nest Of my chin and neck, the blood pulses through my jugular like a night walker bewitched by the rhythm of the moon. Soon, I must rise to silence it, but blood knows what the rivers know to run and trickle and pound in the perries of our eddies and tumults of our floods seeping through our capillaries like deltas threading themselves to oceans. And oceans reining themselves to the great heart of the sky to cord and unravel back to wet our dry earth again and again. And something as simple as the blood and rain are lost in me. Lost like a child’s pearl in the great blue ocean in the great blue sky. |
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