By popular demand ... an untitled poem from a few years
back.
Your name
The customary word
Rings the moonrise
Silver echoes cascade
And split the hillside.
Phantoms chant
Through sun-seared eyes
I dreamed your soul melted into
A chorus inside me.
To know your touch
Breath and pulse
Your words before you say them.
Become me.
I dreamed I saw you sleeping
Alone in the desert
And in the saturnine sky
The stars spelled out your name.
Tendril Love.
If only we had time
Time enough
I'd poison you.
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1 comment:
Title it. You lived with it long enough that it should have a name.
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