By Gala-Lisa
Date: 12 May 2000
The Third Eye Of Prophesy
Did I look fevered,
sifting through the gauzes,chiffon,
or gossamer silks---
or was the burn in my face
obvious only to me?
I want you to make me look
how I feel I said---
forget what an insane
impossible request that is---
it was what I wished
and I was willing to drop
every veil I owned
if it was possible
to see what it was
I gave off
when speech is impossible
and the small sounds I make
owe less to vocalization
than pure emotion---sensation.
You have the third eye,
I said, you are son
of the seventh son
and the gods have shown you
what they hide from other mortals.
So look at me
hair fresh and damp,
skin slightly flushed
still steaming from a shower,
eyes wide and accepting
and tell me
what it is
you see with that extra eye---
You called me sylvan earth mother
and made my skin glow
with secret pleasure.
Read my fortune---
focus the eyes of your soul
and say the sooth
that is the all of my flesh...
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