Musa Inesperada 3

Mi musa,

you dance magic alive

in the misty distances

of head and heart.

Electric body sparking illusions,

you conjure mirage upon mirage,

thirsty hungry ghosts and

hauntings beyond imagining.

 

Mi musa,

Limbs distorted by deep waters

of hurt and ecstasy,

you dance the dreaming,

conjuring shadow plays, mischievous

spirits and bright sprites

who weave light into visions

of the sighting of land.

 

Mi musa,

dancing magic alive

you translate winter

into southern skin, heavy with heat,

and with an easy glance

conjure hammocks,

chilled wine and the impossible intimacy

of the chance of touch.

 

Poem and drawing by clinock.   Drawing:  Conte on paper. 18″  x 24″. 2013. (Click on image for enlarged detail).