Alchemy ( I absorb the words, the words absorb me)

Words
sculpted
With one's 
Very own breath

Adorned 
With an infinitely precise
Perspicacity


Words
Dressed with fire
Ice
Wind
Or rain

A meeting
With their raw 

Pre-existing
Material

An envelope
Available
Ready to pick
And to be
Deciphered
In its misleading appearance
Behind its perfect and various 

Contours
Looking immutable

So malleable 
However

Blurred
Imperfect
Images


Almost palpable

An urgency
Impatient
To blossom
As a venom
Or a kiss

A temporary sacred dance
An undergoing process
Fastidious
Demanding
Constantly reborn from itself
From each of its gestures
Of its weaving
Of  words

Until
A compromise
Hanging
At the tip
Of the pen

Words

Revealing
Breath

Often
Sunny and light
As sweet as the sap of your lips
On my skin
Sliding along 
my abandoned body 
In a transcendent journey
The one
That I cherish the most
Only at the measure of
The Most sacred Silence

Occasionally splashed 
With thick dark blood

A stream
Pouring
And extending itself
In an hypnotic flow

A ritual
To be brought 
To its completion

A flood
Expanded
Until its flared limits

Ending in thin 
Emptied
Roots

Majestic
Scarlet pain

Finished
Sufficient
Provocative

So terribly 
Absorbed
Anchored
In the whiteness

Infiltrating
Like a burglar

In the refractory cracks

No other way to be
No way to look away
Neither for the eyes 
Nor for the soul

It is a hijack of the words
And we are all the hostages
Of their seductive
Merciless
Skill

Condemned
To their beauty
And their affront

Out of their golden 
Crazed
Bursting shell
Fly away one thousand truths 
Holding the taste of honey
Or poison

Breath
Light and powerful
Revealing the brightness
Of burning embers

The heart
The soul
Know what they contain
Their essence 
Blossoming
On loving lips

An unfolding
Out of somebody else's mouth
These words
Will become
A different journey
They will take new accents
Will open other landscapes

A gift to be perpetuated

Since the moment
My soul and my lips 
Dance with them
They take on this precise light
These specific colours
That never existed before
And that will never be again

Their inner incandescence
Drawn from their purest 
Essence

Weaved in a network of links 
With a shining 
Merciless 
Logic
Taking a unique meaning
Intuitive
Completed

The words
The voice
A bridge
Between the breath of the soul 
And the music of the world

Danielle Baraka (27/12/2015)