it is not that God IS silent.
God is the silence. the tree
at the end of the road bends
in each slight breeze that EVERY
word makes is not of tree nor it s
movement towards opening is own
closing Your body fully nude standing
black dress in a heap on white drive
way hem pinned to me so your thin ness
is total revelation and sacred trust
"Trust" - words hung as belt around waist
into forest for the trees to kiss your perfect
hairy...scar between a moments death and
life
a forest of knives fingers in your hair
symbol of it is also Blackness
Confused I/You are pinned against
again on the couch "my
glass is
empty
"and your words?
"...announce."
