Staceyann Chin

31 on the 25th...

... and I am still here. Surprised by the journey

stilled by the quiet
that surrounds my name
my face
my house

my plants-
some did not make it through the year

others thrived and bloomed
aloud

white blossoms
ringed with purple paint

slender necks
elegant in the dying

living is the reason we have to go

but we must wait
always
for the ripest fruit to fall

we must pick the flower
most flushed

and in all of this I am still budding
still alive

alive

still

I am affirming

life
even in death there is beauty

the strange
bedding of old sheets
tangled in these new legs I am still growing

T'is Christmas
and I am celebrating my own arrival

marking the minutes
leading me
to my own birth

hours older
and a whole year has passed

and I am still alive

alive
my friends and I
are still
alive

I think I might ave a glass of wine

South African
reisling

semi-dry

wine and the memory of why I have grown to cherish the sting
of alcohol on my tongue

the strange heat
the quickening
of pulse

the breath cut short in uneven intervals

under the spell of you

I close my eyes-
see my face-
full yellow moonstone

reflecting
the prism of pleasures I took away from you

May all your comings
mirror more than the bodies of Hedon

Staceyann

Posted by staceyann at December 25, 2003 01:38 PM