By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 11 August 2000
Petroglyphs Rock
bizarre ancient renderings
make more sense than magazine ads
I want to touch the figures with
my bare fingers
I don't want to figure them out
I want to dream of the artists
who breathed magic in and out
and knew ecstasy through
fucking and hunting and keeping
and protecting
and wandering
without the aid of acid or peyote or weed
I close my eyes and inhale your essence
and tingle all over
and travel to worlds without definitions
no geography
no maps
the trees whisper the story
and you translate centuries of mystery
as you trace lazy figure eights
on my bare back.
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