Friday, January 16, 2015

Deuteronomy 1: In Writing

The current runs through my dreams
rise and fall
of waves that dart
as she bears me down 
woven walls
and the quiet beat
of her breast against my chest

I hear the stems sway away
flock of sparrows
landing on my sleep
but when I wake, no
eyes watch
and no arm reaches
across the water to pull me in

Trapped on the far shore, I
entangled in your 
matted roots, beneath your
bunted packs of seed
that burst to the touch,
untouched, alone.
Sinking under the weight
of your endless complaint
in a cradle
endlessly rocking, as the waves roll on

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