DetachmentA Poem by DAHA thread of light. The fog opens like a sinkhole, lifts and heaves itself onto a shelf of clear sky. Dissolves.
What’s left are memories seared by the sun, golden skin, milk-blood, soft tendrils.
I watched your radiant face bloom into a lover’s indulgence. Your eyes, a vine of blue grapes.
I may be avoiding, or hiding from, how some memories mangle the heart, a mane of blonde, river-musk,
silver moonlight rubbed with fertile kisses. Our mouths were wolves intoxicated with prey.
Have I mentioned that over time I’ve looked for you? My desire, as lonesome as old steel. Do you remember
that you covered your mouth when I first wanted to kiss you? A perfect blush of star-fruit trembled between us
and gathered momentum, like prisms gather light, nerves overheated from a mass of pulsations.
So why does love thin and blur till nothing is left...the inlet of the heart, a wet sponge, bloated with emptiness. ============================ first published in: Napalm and Novocain ©dah / dahlusion 2017 all rights reserved from my 6th book: The Opening (CTU Publishing) © 2020 DAHFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on April 9, 2020 Last Updated on April 9, 2020 AuthorDAHCAAboutI don't respond to Read Requests: critique my work and I'll critique yours. It's that simple. Ninth poetry collection is SPHERICAL (Argotist Press, 2019), with poems published by editors from the .. more..Writing
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