Poem: Indigo

I do not remember when I wrote this poem.  It was at least fifteen years ago.  I guess I was going for an image type poem.  Anyway, here it is!

Indigo

Feel-

the only

way

is

through

the fields.

The knives

of corn leaves

reach to draw blood

from

indigo skies-

the color of

your

mind-

sinking into

my

consciousness.

Husk of a voice-

scratches the air-

the tornado is

against my

ears-I can

hear the

windsong-

I am

ready

for

violence.

You smile against

your soul-

try to escape

into

the masks

of matter.

See the sky disappear-

because my eyes close.