last night he thought of her as a woman
a girl in the throes
of new stirrings
on the cusp of flowering
last night she suddenly
(he knew it was coming
for he had seen her
burst out of her skin)
metamorphosed
into a full-bodied woman
earlier she would disembody
and disappear into thin ice
like thought vapours
intense but evanescent lives
like bolts of high energy
traversing lonely paths
destroying and lighting
like speckles of ultraviolet dust
conjuring forbidden images
like pixels of digital art
complete in its singularity
raging for a union
last night however was different
her form took over the idea
of her being and weighed
her down
yet at another level
it was an elevation
that freedom bestows
disregarding moral
and corporal dilemmas
he tied her
with silken threads
of his fantasy
and entered her
world
a violence undone
a journey begun
last night he thought of her as a woman
(15 February 2004)
