A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Forest Nights Sensed I had waking nightmares mustache hairs were trying to shake hands with the gray nose outcrop reaching low, while wily eyebrows wound like winter vines spiky-hung to look in any open cave. Ear hairs collectively sang a chorus in their cramped theater. Little space for any other sound to wedge within, when I did not hear you. Eyes strained in an antique white-walled room, scrutinizing pale lips, your dilated orbs, well spaced from furred furrows silent arced language. A protracted scene induced rising, flooding in chambers. Clogged heart suffocating, breath going out did not receive good molecules in return. My hands trembled but did not bridge a division growing without and I could smell everything with a grease-fried, crisp tongue, skewered. Oxygen rained on a weathered, soft canopy. Moist and humid, loss resurrected my soft spine, straightened at shoulder, spanning out to search your grace, touch skin in dark, when I woke. I have yet to find you in these forest nights. 2.17.23 New title a little too contrived, on the nose, poem all together too confusing, some or all of the preceding? I went live before I had a satisfying edit…not sated yet. |