You

part 2 of Chapbook

are bleaching

in the water under

the champagne moon (stellar

blue swells, seeping into

mist) for souls with

smoldering

eyes and knees too hollow

to carve the marbled shore

of prayers. Here they corral

like docks along

the humming

tremors of the soft sur-

face of the lake. You, half

submerged in the night of

nights, when poems

are dressed and

undressed like a wound or

your long gown, the night of

nights that I call nights

without you. Who

led me to

this sacred place? I must

be mad or lewd, but see--

there you are and yet you

are not standing

and you are

no longer you but a

woman who looks strangely

like you.  In the echoes

that only come

from still, in

midnight winds that frost your

bones, and in the sinking

cup of your hands you shall

find me, hollowed.

I am here

swimming under the shade

of a tree that bleaches

the water, seeping in-

to stellar blue.

I am here

wading among the dead,

rotten cherries that float

bloated and blue, the night

of nights without

you

Reviews

[Mia]

I have no words! You are amazing with words and I have none to explain how in awe I am of you and magical poetry and wonderful skills!

[Emily B]

you have such an amazing voice

[Emily B]

it reads even better the second time around

[Hayden Bridges]

I agree Emily. I liked it the first read through. The second time, it really hit me. Good job p.kuhl. This is very good poetry.