Monday, July 26, 2010

I Hug My Pillow to Fall Asleep

I hug my pillow to fall asleep
In the warmth of a skin that scents
With the rhythmic rhapsody of what could be
Creation is violence, as they say
For with each tectonic shift, ridges lift higher - unattainable
And valleys drop deeper - undiscoverable
Yet from my droplets to his droplets, a river rages then swirls
And we're conquistadors in the New World
The City of Gold and the Fountain of Youth are ours, ours, ours
I hug my pillow to fall asleep
To a gentle breeze painted
In broad strokes of mauve
No, maybe in a splatter of gray
Wisping around a precariously placed boulder
Overlooking a ravine with fingers and limbs
Outstretched and verdant
No, maybe twisted and sallow
Teetering
Teetering
I hug his pillow to fall asleep

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