Monday, December 3, 2012
In my dream...
I wish that
in my dream
you were standing
next to me,
shoulder to shoulder,
wrists crossed,
our fingers interlocked.
Against the sea breeze,
noisome and cold,
the heat of our
palms pressed
so and sweating
spreads like fever
through our blood
and bones
and hearts,
inflamed,
radiant,
incendiary.
I wish that you
were next to me,
in my dream or
otherwise,
casting warmth
in a glance
or a smile
while the roar of the sea
drowns sounds
born of human breath.
In my dream
I would see
you push aside
a briny lock
from a flashing,
fiery eye
and I would
breathe your brimstone
breath exhaled burning
from your furnace heart.
I would taste
your salty lips
in searing kiss
as breakers boiled
and steamed around us,
tugging at our feet
and pulling us free
to tumble among the deeps,
luminous in the cold darkness.
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This poem is kind of an experiment. The verse itself is raw and, at best, passable. I, bored with my typical style, took out the line breaks in an attempt to see what effect these breaks and my poetic structure has on the rythym and meter, on the sound and feel of the words. I am not in love with the result although the process has given me some ideas for future works and perhaps for a re-tool of this piece at some date.
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