6A/N: Weird. But nice. If you like my poetry, look at "In Praise of the Earth.' I'll also be adding a large poem called 'Song of the System" soon, about each planet in our home system.
the blue of my dancing, the gray of my eyes
whirls together in mindless meaning
the storms outside continue to patter the looking glasses
while you and i are captive inside
the green of my dress, the brown of my feet
continue to become a rhythm with mindless meanings
the weaving of my hands and feet
keeps you captive in i
the red of my heart, the gold of my blood
i cannot begin to even understand
the cycling laugh of body and heart
it is all captive in i
the cream of my hands, the pink of my lips
it all begins to be understood
the mindless meanings begin to unwind, rewind
keeping me captive in you
the yellow of my girdle, the silvery sheen of my hair
it continues to whirl in time with the world
the confusion is lost, then gained back
keeping me captive in me
the black of my doom, the obsidian of night
the storms have beaten themselves all out
the cycle begins again the mindless meanings confused and jumbled
keeping us all captive in you.