when meaty and bulky meet girly
they make art through dancing curtain rods
that...and a lot of sweat
Winds, wind his maiden -
cratered deep and well.
The crystal ice-dream tears dance and settles, fine.
He reads to her once again from "Purest Love,
Devotion and Divine."
An exercise in Phenomenology.
Weaving a bunch of seemingly different things together can be a lot of lovin' fun... playing in the flexible, silly, rule breaking world of poetry.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/14/science/14moon.html?_r=1&hp&emc=na
http://www.drhinternet.net/mw/display.php?M=1002983&C=e3dc899ad2bdc2fced77def1ff738477&L=6&N=1657
Layering definitions, this time with the word tear as in the crying and how the "...Lcross...slammed...carved out a hole...kicked up...impact...debris...” aka - tore into the moon is always enjoyable tactic as well.
I love the feel of water and the moon together, and twisting it a bit with a feeling of actually “watering the moon” I think this offers a unique, strange and funny feel. The moon has always seemed such a dry, barren but beautifully bright, deeply scarred “thing.” There is something yummy about blending the two words/worlds together.
The [earthly] maiden reference ties into the HevanLY song I sing to Evan sometimes at bed time also paralleling how the moon continues to wind around, dance and love the world.
The rhyme (or NLB: neat little bow) at the end is for Craig.
...even thought the moon is getting attacked, his deepest ache is his love for his lady. I'm such a romantic.
