Unfolding like an impression
the idea I am holding onto
as I disappear into consequences
of thinking down into the deep.
Entering and exiting the dream world
finding myself within the trajectory
of personal craving.
These flickering lights
no longer spell reality ____
listen I am
ghost sleeping upon my heart,
remembering words slipping off your tongue
creating a dictionary of our need that moves me forward
into an impression of a dream.
( walking toward you )
Scarlet dress with stygian folds
and always the crows fly
orbiting my eternity through the hallways of lost wisdom.
( as a consequence )
books on the shelves murmur to me
with ancient craving turned into hunger.
You said the female orgasm is a
mystical moment connected to creation:
I say you are my hidden secret,
my oracle, my sagacious innamorato:
I do not think of you as words without a body,
I feel the carnal thread between our flesh,
and any given moment has a multitude of views
I touch your pulse and find
that place where your moans morph into phrases
and we exchange hands for wings and fly too close to the sun.
( a pause )
(a dream )
I am alone
looking for you
between the hallways of enchantment
In the midst of our affection for books
beneath the birds whose wings we borrow
to bring us closer to this illusion
we both love.
For the man who weaves words ‘into the mystic’ ____ .
©Poetry and Art Gesso Cocteau 2023
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