To My Brave Indian, With Love.
Did you know I stared into your eyes last night
Did you know how much you touched my soul
Did you know I felt you in my last life and
I tell you now of a birth recalled to me by a voice
Did you know you would leave me again waiting for
Sally Mour © Copyright July 12, 1998
Skin Tag
Tag-a child's game but the base is skin
By Sally Mour © Copyright 8/5/83
Wind Chimes
There is a soft warm wind blowing through my mind
Caressing my face with the time standing fast
Sets my heart beating anew with the hopes
The force of this wind binds us, and feeds us
Sally Mour © Copyright 5/12/98
Far Above Me
Its very odd I think as I see your face for it makes me feel tiny
Your arms are crossed in front of you meaning you are closed off
But as we speak you begin to unfold as a clamshell would
All open and alive and wanting to be devoured and I want to
Shell you and taste you and eat you alive a morsel of desire
I trust every word you say to me without a cause to do so
I trust the bites you place on each nipple as you suckle me
For you would never hurt me with love your tongue reaches me
You touch the mountain of my center reach the apex of that gorge
Each lick and each kiss drives me further to see the sun blinding
Trust still in gear the shaft of your being I hold in my hand
The power I possess to bring you joy to kiss each drop is mine
Each thigh so strong is kissed is the deepest sense of love
Jewels pressed for a wine so rare it breathes life into cells
A glue so powerful it is able to join lover to human for eternity
Hearts beating so fast so hard now in sync with minds merged
Tongues slash through lips explore wet caverns lit with flames
Igniting a explosion of sparks burning to the center of our world
Each spark is douse by a nectar the gods have provided to us
To a love spawned in seas of trust floating us in our salty brine
Sally Mour 8/28/98
Nature Boy
A manchild you give your caring to this earth you love
I hear it in your voice the love is felt by those you touch
The knowledge you share of it all is a wonder to behold
I pray it remains in your heart as gluttons try to seize it from you
For there are those who’s regard the stones in your pocket as mere pebbles
Guard it safely for your children and your childrens child as well
Trees that offer you shelter rooted in your heart long ago...ancient ones
They have guarded their secret for thousands of years to be here for you
Rivers that cut their paths have whispered their knowlege to those
Of similar ilk but the plan was lost somewhere between heaven and earth
You, this child of man must be the guardian of it all for soon I will
Pass the stalwart flag to your hand and I know of your worthiness
Please stay forever alert to those who seek to destroy what belongs
To all who inhabit this place of such wonder two legged and four alike
Leafed or bare, fertile or seedlings I trust you more so then others
For I know of you to be pure of heart and a soul unpoisoned by the business of man
You tell me that you need not pockets of gold for you see what others are blind to
You are wise as the natives who realize that not one owns the sky so blue
Or the air so precious that we breath or the still waters of the lakes
My faith in your hands will guide you to hold this flag high above your head always
Sally Mour 8/27/98
NEVER TOGETHER
In the history of the world there was never such a love before
Set back in times of old a history of sadness of death and tears
Of the starving and the destitute the beggars on the streets so narrow
For centuries a caste system left the untouchables in the streets where
They remain always with no hope of ever being better then today
With my own tears I learn that I too am one of them with not a clue
Too late the knowledge I needed came to me my ignorance so great
Perhaps I hid my eyes from the ugliness that surrounded this love
For the beauty of his flower held the truth behind its petals unseen
Could I have held my heart cold if I had even known at first
The Mothers of the Church minister to the sick and wounded but
Who now will make the two of us well again there is no one
What was once pure is tainted with rituals as old as mankind
One soul born to serve and the other born to freedom with wings
But grounded forever now in the sordid soil of the East
The oceans that were ours filled with life are now barren and poisoned
The pagan Gods have seen to the termination of something so good
That this society is in need of but does not see its own sickness
The price put on the head of this male brings wealth to the parents
It brings death to two souls never to be together till the end of time.
Sally Mour 10.08.98