February 21, 2012

poem 53 of a poem a day for 2012


vino dolce anima

we kept wild 
passions and pain
wrapped them together 
all quiet in their escapes
we ran ourselves into 
books and nooks
where our minds
went to be mad 
with love 
and the
hook catches
of our glances

we went for poetry
for the Goddess 
for the paint 
of self-sabotage
we went 
when everything 
became a 
useless bleeding 
up to the point 
where we realized 
how raw we were
so we began
to build
artifice

resisting
walls
staging 
dazzle 
drift-netting 
rust
memorizing
beats
our hearts 
stir untidy
glass waits
smoky quiet 
pours linger 
our pause  
says it all
want some more 
another slow sip
another hair flip
my shoulder turns
leg in close
no more maps 
needed this evening
we are going
in for dessert

EJR (c)

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