like a cat... lithe limbed, long torsoed, strutting across my path, that glance... and I am caught up in your scent, musk, your nails like claws now digging into skin, bloody gashes along my back... fierce bites - half-moons rising along my shoulders, my breath in yours, backs arching... screams in alleyways, bedrooms boardrooms... you … Continue reading A Rapture
Tag: poetry of loss
1998
Boy watching a bubble fall, rise, fall. Breathing with it, leaning into it. Lost in a fall, lost, then caught in a rise. Down, up Air out, air in. Breathe out, breathe in. Soap bubble, caught on breath, a life caught in movie frames scattered across the bubble's curve. That other boy, doppelgänger, 31 years … Continue reading 1998
Etruscan Angst
So, I've discovered something interesting... One of my friends, who seems to like the blog, pointed something out to me after listening to my spoken word recording of "A Winged Dream". Your poem sounded different, a different feel to the one I gave it, when I read for the first time. And I love that. … Continue reading Etruscan Angst
A Winged Dream
You were so much closer to me, then. Twenty-eight, still facing time. I do not think I will see you again.The mission door, creaking, swinging wide, A handful of dirt, your gentle face dissolving under lime. You were so much closer to me, then.In my son, my nightly search for your face, midnights by his bedside, … Continue reading A Winged Dream
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