untitled. the morning as the map that folds.

untitled. the morning as the map that folds.

 

 

I negate this distance with

    what     it     would    be

    to be shining you.

 

there are grasps gathered in

    the corner of this thought.

 

    we have

                      induce the splendor so

                  rapid;    the tiny bird presented

                    beneath my tongue       still

        panic and a heart for the weather.

 

still shuffling through the ghosts to

         ambush all joy and repeat.

 

the parking lot uses noise to become empty

    and I have these stories of coming home

     and so many homes that have came into stories

     yet the whisper still wets the morning

     shadow of what-will-my-skin-become today

  and with all these mysteries how does one create

           the swift of eye and soft of love?

 

I would lay you down between these captions of light.

     and along the underwrist, you see where the

     warmth is a visible knowing?     against that desert

    of your body, my temple would press, and I would

      begin to speak, simply, laying that way there beneath

              your settling sounds.

Reviews

[ErosNthanatos]

Eloquent

[mikl paul]

thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

see your poems got to me so much i got confused on the title thing...that was the other poem...

this one just blitzed me, and got me all "foggy"

and the title of this one is quite fine...lol



how we press against a lover, in body and mind.

[mikl paul]

well in actuality, there doesn't have to be a title for the piece, if you would rather not restrict it to the hallway of a theme. but thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry, i was thinking of the other poem without the title...

my little confusion...i must be getting old..

i so do like your work...

[mikl paul]

thank you so much. if you are at all interested, i've having a book released within a month. not pushing my own work, just letting you know.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am glad to hear you are putting one together.

let me know when it happens...

[Sami Khalil]

there are grasps gathered in

the corner of this thought.
My faves in this nice poem.

[mikl paul]

thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

Thank you for your comments on my work. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts. That being said, this one is a tender torch song from the heart of one so tender.

Quite lovely!

alisa ;-)

[mikl paul]

thank you very much!

[Alisa Js]

You are quite welcome. Sending thoughts for a productive weekend ahead.