Without words

How many, over geographical space, words strung together, cookie cutter, suburban landscape, till they came to portray your face?

Graffiti bridges history, too, threading its way thru myths, of which, there is no myth, that has ever portrayed anything like you and I,

In the attempt, 10, 000 books lead thru, without any words to portray you,

Words of Rumi, found God, like the book found you,

Word after Word, I plunder on, to the Source of Inspiration,

My Muse, the living Word, spider woman, lurking, hidden, behind each blundering, each attempt to capture the fantasy spun,

Ideal, your face in its aspects, but that once –

Hierophany of a dark angel, my sweet, eternal Idol, dark, beautiful, fallen, spider-angel woman,

You spoke my soul, words fall, if love had a face, love speaks, without words, that meaning, that dark face, between the two of us, always, become beautiful words between souls, spoke my soul to your dark angel