Your Name  − 3 January, 2008

Divinely gifted feet grow roots
in worm-infested soiled dank.
(I know you see the beauty of
their lolling undulation too.)

I can spell your blessings now.
Through toil of lies in daughterhood
my aching steps of secrecy
have led me to a simple truth.

Burrow through the darkness and
find that dirt is purely clean.
The passion in my footprints won’t
detain you from your subtle goal.

Cyclic raindrops spatter on
an unsuspecting mind
(though yours was far too occupied
for innocence too long).

Nine letters whisper without fail to
blank demonic penchant’s pull.
Possessions only claim the lives of
moneyed victims’ hearts.

Glistening wetness streaming down
implies a fogging veil, but
behind the mask of haze lies light
and water
only feeds
the roots.

© 2008 Alexis Heikkinen