barbed wire kiss

barbed wire kisses

yes,
fearlessness

is never barbed

she sees
what is

the blade,
not as a device
for separation,
for slicing and dicing
and chopping reality
on the block

but lo,
how could a blade,
a jagged wire,
be
a kiss of God,
bringing gentleness
to the very center of unrest,
rebellion, revolution
against
the dearest, tenderest
Divinity?

in stillness
it allows
the jagged to speak
to scream
to bleed
out
to tantrum
its' disguises:

i am hurt
i am bored
i am dead inside
i cannot bear this emptiness another moment!

in song,
blues,
it is expressed aLOUD!

it charges through the tunnel!
out of the guitar,
the throat,
up and out of my sickened chest

to hit!
the air,
yes,
ah, finally...
to be flushed out
into the spacious,
the endless spaciousness...

disperse
in the pounding pounding pounding
of the drum
thunder
lightening,

after the storm

radiance
once more
dew drops

yes, no lie,
and no romanticism,
the rainbow
appears of its own accord,

the natural oneness of light and tears

be not afraid
that barbs will harm

bring them
in their full expression
to the light

and feel
the kiss
of God/No Hiding


there is no jagged barb
that does not hold out for you
the most gentle kiss
of your very own heart

amen