poem: Like thatA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneLike that, then- wrap my body three times around and then the dust will swallow me whole, like ground corn piquant and trusting in the smoke
but then there was you, once- your tongue maybe tasted of pears ripe and sweet like a shattered high note and a lazy piece of satin marked territorial boundaries.
We stood as the ground shifted and we saw the view from below through tiled floors and concrete stairs, our feet burning holes in the foundation while you whispered of dreams.
But I think I imagined it all, too- call it the vision of a being devoured by a poem; my core, my heart intact but my thin onion skin
peeled in layers. Like that. Liquid heat, and static cold you met me there, in the thin space indescribable, but known to those who have been.
and if you really were there, and you decide to sneak back again, I tell you- another kiss, like that; and I will give up to you all of my dreams, and set them in your waiting hands.
Gently. Firmly. Intuitively. Just like that.
© 2013 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on October 30, 2012Last Updated on April 1, 2013 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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