Doubt Now

A Poem by anaisbelieve

my dreams are turquoise rivers
running from the source. my
needs may be human but they
are tearing me apart. i breath
through veils which hold my hair
demanding an expective glance
cut with a shard of glass the
instinct to laugh. to run. to hold.
i have no one deeply, they all shine
on surfaces, reflecting. underneath

underneath the winter snow i hold
as blanket. i bury myself until cold
becomes warm. bury myself. sleep
now, live
later..

i brought home a fish and named
him lawrence of arabia. i am in the
desert of his life. i am his mirage.
i put in the pellets, the water, the
places to hide his eyes.
deeper mingling, beyond hands and
beyond words and beyond all the
places been before. i stretch my
watercolour sound into something
i can step through, no easier light,
although it is yourself you can be
most you with, most centered, most
deeply communicative with, i need
someone
else.
strings...