Chasing the Tips of my Shadow

The smiling child would run fingers around her shadow,
outstretching her hands beyond the darkness,
believing the light would not burn her skin.
Naked to the world she would graze endlessly
upon the colors of an oily rainbow,
left floating on a cloud of stale cigar smoke.
The haze like manna fell and attached itself to her body
and weighed much more than a young girl could carry.
One day the shadows hid under the magnolia tree
that never would bloom perfect white blossoms
and she stood withered in the summer heat
praying to hear the far off melody of thunder.




Desire to me is like walking along the streets of Paris, wandering through an overgrown field with weeds as high as my waist....its riding on the subway when I decide to miss my stop, just keep that constant motion till I can't stand the boredom anymore. Its like eating the frosting off the cake first, licking the center of an oreo and throwing away the cookie. Desire is candy, its breath, its the very thing that allows my heart to beat one steady hum after another. It feeds me when there are no more falling stars,when my eyes refuse to see complete rainbows,when the next comet won't arrive till centuries after I am gone. A wild animal would most describe me at times, that continues to flail passionately while its limbs are gnarled in a trap. No western world philosophy can hold my fancy like the bittersweet taste of sweat.

A dream you might but for this moment in time, you are the breath that escapes my lips in waves of passion whenever I whisper your name.
Demons hide with angels, so sweet,reflecting perfect sunrise light.

Once I touched the moon with the tips of my fingers
and knew that I was loved,
till the stars passed me by
on there way to another space inside my mind,
then I knew I was lost.
They created for me a bed of enchanted fairy dust
for which to lay my head, and devils danced
under my feet burned the sole
of what kept my shoulders straight.
I made love to the man in the moon,
covered him in chocolate
till all that I could see of him was sweet
liquid on my tongue, then I ran
circles around the sun to remove his fingerprints
from my skin,lost among the limitless oceans of sky
I travel, still chasing that touch
that forever brings.




All writings original by Kim Mayhall. copyright@1999
Please do not use without my permission.

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