with eyes open.

with eyes open.

mikl paul

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the skin was new and every sound was

    conspiracy.      pressing into the floorboards

what would they find         that did not include the

   other?       clothing shed surrounding them as the

  prayer of this is who I am are you who I am.

 

erase the quote of her perfect breast confessing

    into his       tattered breath.    forget the path

that began as elsewhere  "here they are-   what

     may have been  "here he is-  beautiful  "and

she     above-      (  beauty. )        has it been so

   long since the dream of running from all

things and   the lines of her back like sand

    as he traces her name while it is said.

 

lend them the courage to never wake,   until.

   choosing to believe (and she is still above)

 the reservoir of the silent self    (breast still

perfect, breath still tattered)   cleanses each

    imagining with the love of the strength to come.

 

when    they are close.      as a witness we hear

   her testimony of the filling arc and silver

craving.  fingers weaving through hair and searching

    for a key a stone a door.

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful write

[Robin]

Poetry, and the rhythm of the night

[Katrina]

Wow. This is such a wonderful write. I can't exactly explain why but this part really struck me:
"here he is- beautiful "and
she above- ( beauty. )"

Can't wait to explore a bit more on your profile :)

[mikl paul]

very so likewise. my poems may have a crush on yours.

[Leslie Philibert]

What I noticed right away is the clever, broken phrasing, the way the phrases slow down the tempo through pauses, and the good imagery, the way the situation is explored.
A very good poem.

[mikl paul]

Thank you very much.