Poetry
The Tease
by Koye Berry
Sunlight spreads
The scent of orange blossom from my skin.

I am at once water and wind,
What washes away the shoreline houses

And causes sailors and natives alike
To tremble.

A voice
From the eye of the wave

Asks my name. I ignore it.
Moving, I turn the iris patch:

They chart my trail; they track me,
But cannot follow. I desire, rather,

Roses
To attend to my ascension.

My light, the white of blind eyes,
Radiates and purifies all who would behold it.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (February 1st, 2008)