Shipwrecked

Shipwrecked.

mikl paul

 

she loves each of these works    that

    he works with his hands.     legs through

 the sand    asking   is this skin ready to be

     shed     and    if you promise

                            that I am welcomed in

the newest world   I will press my body

    against your map and    if     you find me

    let the compass be your tongue. 

 

he watches from the work that is good

     and is here;      the white of her shell

    defying the midday sun.    remembering

  the night before       and after;    shaking

against his chest as though       these

branches too weak to hold the swift season

   as though      what did you find when

you were inside of me    and did it remind

     you of art     or  some violent history

of the human want or     how I pearl

    my sigh    when you become a beast.

 

this way through water we are learning

     for     dreamers sake   and light clapping

  as him behind her now     in the night of

    after   and she asking    between such

singing      is it too late for this-my breasts in your

   hands-   is it too late for this   -will you finish

      across my stomach while I- describe the

work of dusk rebuilding a dawn  and   I will

   let it.

 

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

This is very nicely done..you have a unique voice. As one who plays with format quite a bit, I appreciate your deliberate choices. Breaks, to me, are so important in helping your reader hear your voice...the imagery throughout is superb. I especially enjoyed let the compass be your tongue. Great piece overall...

[mikl paul]

thank you.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Beautiful writing... I'm especially attracted to the imagery in this one; so many great visuals with texture and depth. I'm a fan :)

[mikl paul]

it's nice to have one.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You have more than one...