Copyright 2003 MD Burke

Mystique Posed in a profound thinness She peels herself down to the bone Said in blown pigments of red ocher across her hand She leaves a negative imprint of sibilance and secrecy She conjures a shifting tracery of silence Blown out on the winds of a candle chant A papery rustle of eccentric spiritual oneness Glowing in quiet clarity Forged between art and life Poignant splashes of incantation take shape She slips her hand into the mirror pool Letting the blood-pulse trickle into her fingertips Broken and anonymous Arrhythmic auditory impressions of skin upon skin fill the silence Her draggled breath a glare of discourse in the quiet patter of the moment Gentle against an effigy, her soul expands "We've the whole night" Esoteric shapes of a subtle primeval apparition trail deep inside her Consciousness dissolves through her skin Said in a colorless state She searches for her Love A fragile opaque awareness pieces together an aperture of her ancient past Bringing a flash of eternity into startling prominence Artifacts of remorse meld with her bones Becoming a purification through time-streaked shadow A discontented intrusion of uncertainty plays rhythmically across pale stones These are the things that can't be shared Faith and grace warm away the chill But her trials are not yet finished She must wait to transcend this world Every woman must find her own way