facing east

we spin in circles to shake off dust
sifting through raw feeling and unknown things
i breathe fog onto a window and see how many of my thoughts disappear with it
i just wish that my piercing stare could produce your deepest fears and thoughts that i could use for personal inspiration
but i never seem to get that far
cause you turn away, defeating my vision in xray

but that's not the effect i'm going for
and i lose another thought along with the baseline and beads of sweat
each movement creates stagnates repeats
i am only focused on my senses

and i'm convinced we are all genius's in the beginning
traveling hands making contact with traveling tears

baby hairs shed and fall to the floor like our lost children
we are no longer the species that is protected by a liquor womb

yes, we tremble

Reviews

[Lori]

This is really fascinating with its stream of consciousness feelings and unusual transitions. Usually I find one or two lines that really jump out as memorable in a poem, but this had one great line after another, with unusual flair. Very special!