I was building a dream

Like a toddler pregnant mother she walked in the room
there she,with her cries opened the windows for sunset
much of her pain was self chosen
last night, walked through the woods
and then the streets of London, she danced with the man
playing trumpet
only the trumpet, she and the man
and then another man asked for a dance

A few years earlier her face was causing suicides
it could neither be reached nor renounced
even if she acted to be a foil to provoke exposition
beginners walked her,they could hear
Blue Velvet
they could hear Bobby Vinton

Her eyes smiled entwined together in
silent heart of earth
all the judges wished to ax her when she left their beds
and you judges who would be just
remorse upon the innocent
But all agreed she made corner stone of their temples
their God-self

Empty walls of her house, have her paintings hung
by the fireplace it is like her Venus of Urbino
she lit by white sheet on right spaces of her body
and brushstrokes with one hand on canvas
just after invasion, woven as sun
All the men who passed by smelt of
them burning her lips
wife,she was not...free from husks
sufficient unto love

Nakedness
sheer bare breast and portions of heaven
writing echoes of love beckoning to her
still born child in hands,she reaches
under sacred fire,makes her child's grave
How content she seemed
rotten blood all the way
Alone,closes eyes with silent knowledge of the beyond
She is building a Dream
Now she become...