poem 55 of a poem a day for 2012

womb with a view 

so we dream

here we are

mining the mingle

vining the anticipation

of what skin tingles with

again

so we dream

beneath the surface

finger oaring

the removable parts 

balancing what 

our seams divide

again

so we dream

part pulsed blood

part fallen rain

all that tides time

can explain, when 

or what is irrelevant

to feeling  

our unpeeling

again

so we dream

hard curling 

into sleep

November rooms 

for the seeds

for the bleeds 

our desire wading

in the reeds

again

so we dream

of Spring

again

EJR (c)

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photo by Renata Biglia (c)

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