From here I fall up.
Into the sky.
Into the mouth of God -
my wet cave of sound(less)
heat, breathing,
revision.
“Until creation becomes
revelation,”
I said to her,
wishing, waiting for my own
message to transfer,
mouthing words in
no real vocalic symbol
when teeth close down -
“Safe-keeping,”
she said, looking up to
greet the tongue above.
“As long as you bring me,”
smiling all the while we jump
out of rubber seats.
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you are amazing.
this is brilliant, my dear brother. your poems always manage to restore my faith in this site, and in poetry, especially with lines like this:
"my wet cave of sound(less) heat".
ohmyfuckinggawd, i just about died. you know that feeling you get when someone punches you in the gut? yeah, that's pretty close to what that line made me do; it put knots in my stomach, & it made me want more.
you=awesome.
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I can see what a friend you have. You show many different points in this poem but all seem to meet up in the end
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lovely my dear.
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Something that I always find so wonderful about your writing is how everything weaves together ever so perfectly. Your words and stanzas hold hand with one another. Work together. The end product is always amazing.
This piece seems to have a theme of change. Of coming into something new and higher than before. Apprehension still clouds the way, but the upward life is a warming one. Something that made me smile.
I've missed your writing too. Wonderful job.
- Megan
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i guess a part of me will always enjoy that freedom you feel as toes touch clouds and wind blows hair back from my eyes. enjoyed your creative way of writing it.
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