April 27, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 #22

‘Le Sommeil’ by Gustave Courbet

A multiple attempt

rational eyes awry rye seed
bleeding stars waiting waning
Moon Beltane seeping in tendril
root tongue choosing to steal bits
of salvation

love only prolongs the destination
as a paused interruption
sometimes a name
is the circumnavigation
of least resistance

the distance between skin
and tremble song souls
meteors at night
their pitch, yaw and way

she charms me
glorious waded ripe
chronicling, a chaos rouge
clever cackles bent
torso legs reach and please


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