Thursday, May 22, 2008

ode to Emily

Do you dare, sir, to ask me to cease
To dream? Because it makes you
Uneasy, so. I’ll claw into You, drag
Amongst the sand of my world, dust bowl
Sweeping across your wept
Eyes . I do not swirl around on Cosmic planes or
make Love on ribbons of color, No
I lay flat on the Sea, the Grass, rolling
into your Eyes, Perhaps, but
Not to watercolor it into Existence,
but to be Filled by it and to swim in its presence.

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