February 22, 2012

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

so we dream
beneath the surface
finger oaring
the removable parts 
balancing what 
our seams divide

so we dream
part pulsed blood
part fallen rain
all that tides time
can explain, when 
or what is irrelevant
to feeling  
our unpeeling

so we dream
hard curling 
into sleep
November rooms 
for the seeds
for the bleeds 
our desire wading
in the reeds

so we dream
of Spring

EJR (c)

photo by Renata Biglia (c)


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