SPINNING
Candice James
Copyright 1995
Spin a metaphor for me
And be like I want you to be.
Come floating
Down river to me,
Your flag of silent surrender
Three miles high and wide.
Sprint through my spirit
With your running shoe smiles.
Amplify my heartbeats
With your electric touch.
Swim through my being
With your whiskey wet lips.
Spin a metaphor for me
And I will be
Your metamorphosis.
TEARS OF HEAVEN
Candice James
Copyright 1991
Today,
I saw weeping willows sighing
And naked strangers swaying
Against the tears of heaven.
My chest, swelled and throbbed,
Like a rose, bursting with dewdrops
Inside a midnight ecstasy.
A familiar nemesis
Flew through my thoughts
Forcing me to catch the breath
Of a universe dying,
A dark indifferent world crying.
Someday,
I shall embrace the weeping willow trees,
Sway with the naked strangers,
And bathe in the tears of heaven
Forever.