by Avery Ray Colter
Lady with the back-curled knees,
So much beauty do I see,
When I gaze upon your form,
A billowing cloud that veils a storm:
A storm of fierceness, love and pride,
Wavelets ripple like the tide
Across your flesh so round and wide;
The vision makes me warm inside.
When they tell you to reduce,
And choke your waist in a bitter noose,
I will come with silver spear
To drive them all away from here.
The evil ones will fade, and then
You'll never be ordered to starve again.
You'll come to learn from my hands and lips
The beauty in your dancing hips.
The aching pain, the lies unkind,
Together we'll drive these from your mind.
Call my name and I'll set you free,
Lady of the back-curled knees.
by Avery Ray Colter
Up the stairs
Sea of hair
On your flesh
In the warm
This is what
Eyes big, eyes blue,
Eyes wet with tears.
Who looks, who sees,
Who listens, who hears?
Tearyeye my weepy dear,
Hiding a treasure,
A treasure of cheer.
Golden sunlight buried deep,
Far inside these eyes that weep.
So much love, so much life,
So much pain from bitter strife.
As I write, I see your face.
Fiery hair, soft as lace.
Pearly white angelic smile.
Big eyes gleaming all the while.
Now I see that other face.
Joy is lost without a trace.
Dashed on the rocks, your fallen head.
Eyes aflood, swollen red.
Who's one up and who's one down?
Who's left standing and who hits the ground?
Those who love or those who hate?
Storm-swept lady, what's your fate?
Consciousness is foiled and scattered,
Future hopes are cruelly shattered.
Left to ask how much it mattered,
Whether you'll be maligned or flattered.
I just get the lingering thought,
That only from self can strength be brought;
That only from self can come the joy,
That others can only feed or destroy.
Something magic happened last night:
You turned me on, set my heart to flight,
With the tale of your teary eye so blue,
By speaking about yourself so true.
Does it mean forevermore?
Nothing is certain in love and war.
Will it be enough?
I cannot say,
But at least it's something anyway.