Reflection During Dusk

He has permeated my skin,

entered through the pores

and now I smell of him;

wanting, craving, nothing more.


The world spins on its axis twice,

I am undone---

each step a tipsy dance

to the singular lisp of his chant.


So this is what it means to dissolve

in the solute of another's eyes.

This is what it's like to be

at last, fully occupied.


If I was granted one emotion last,

it would be this spark catalyzed

down to an ember spent,

left completely satisfied.

Reviews

[Eponine Roy]

i absolutely love your poetry. it has a way of sinking into my head, through my body, and all around me until i can feel it. just the way you describe the emotion through simple word choice and rhythm, i love it! once again a beautiful poem! i love reading pieces by you because they are so completely thorough, even when they aren't long. wonderful!

[Girl, Interrupted]

this was really good. loved this stanza:

So this is what it means to dissolve

in the solute of another's eyes.

This is what it's like to be

at last, occupied.

you have a really pretty flow when you write, makes me a fan of your writing.

[Haden]

"at last, occupied" and "left completely satisfied". i like these best. really feel like it nails your ending. there's so much punctuation in your words alone. i like it, it's restless, powerful. i love your spark!