February 22, 2012

poem 54 of a poem a day for 2012



wander a meaning,dreaming into her 


a
purposed
grace
chases
stars

even as morning
might now unfurl
the slow peel
of her horizon

she is
mouthing
the smoothest
petal bed
of words
this poet
might ever
want to know

she
fills me
with urges
to crawl oceans
of broken glass
wanting
everything

she weaves
orbits of limbs
in the vines of
her geometry here

she knows
knows the angles
of my skin
of my sin

she finds where
fate fits between
discovery and sate

she knows
the desire
that surrender
wields

she lives in
fields of it
her gravity
fingers time

she undulates
mesmerizes
the ways
I savor each
moment here

EJR (c)

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