perhaps i was born in the ancient world
where sword and flight occurred. pearls
dropped at the feet of some and curses
on others. hair as straight and eyes as
narrow as a slit. i sit and watch such
films - a kinship of love. fate in dreams
a single flower in the hair, knees bent
the remainder of love past before even
christ was born and turtles were told to
carry the earth across the horizon where
sun and moon fought for the very love
framed as it is in movement
