untitled. a morning and the parable of their love making.

untitled. a morning and the parable of their love making.

mikl paul

 

some stir of air      what a whisper

   does to an open flame    and

  no where gentle  but the claustrophobic

dream of your hair inching down my throat.

 

the moments when I remember

    how to pray.      Thomas telling us

about his father opening geodes for

   children: ‘You are the first eyes to

ever see the inside.’     here is

   a new world;  it will break your heart.

 

  outside,   a storm just beginning to

pace the gathering;   back to the wall

   scanning sleep stilled eyes,    trying to

bless a familiar face.

 

and I want to hold you.     and I want

    to become a familiar face   and

 

in the bulk of my vision      a flash,

   a pulse,      as though windows rushing

  by a sandlocked train,      it may be your

body,    or the moon,      or it may be

   my body,   or your moon,    and

   that gentle allowance of her hand

  guiding him inside as though

       I know the way

     or             here

              or   once we flush will you

let me rest from showing you how

     to love me?              imagine his eyes,

they aren’t yours,          imagine his eyes

    while they are one,     describing the clouds

 beyond the gate of their pane,    and her

hands to his chest,     above him,   pale

    of sunless coastlands,       as her hips

  begin to churn.       he calls the storm

   by name, she echoes,     and

  throughout their mimicking and

     what won’t be denied,   - no one

watching-   she draws him up and inward,

     gathering ghosts,  for some

 clear morning alone  and a sudden grief.

 

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

I will second what GF said below. You have a fascinating way of manipulating passion from your words...nothing garishly overt, nothing out of place. There is a clear polish to your work that truly is remarkable. I always enjoy the read.

CM.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Well, you already know I'm a fan, so I won't go into much detail here, but I honestly can't believe more people don't review your work. You have such a unique voice. Many, many lines in this one spoke to me on a very deep level. To be written about in this way, to be seen and felt in such a way as to inspire this type of emotional and poetic honesty would be fascinating. Well done.