A work in progress. Dream poems can be weird - is this
too weird? or should I make it weirder?
September dream
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Because this love is unconditional and genderless and transcendent
Only in dream do children come out first,
lined up, nervous
Because it takes everything I have and everything you have
Only in dream do schoolenemies observe,
tittering, mock-encouraging in newpressed uniforms
Only in dream my book's blank pages grow scribbles
crowding out your name.
I draw a box to protect it
Because this love is unconditional and genderless and transcendent
Because it takes everything I have and everything you have
Only in dream are you taller
Only in dream are my body's arms around you
Soft against my cheek, your
tender neckskin, your
fuzzy handknit sweater,
smelling sweet and old
Only in dream are you
silent while I have words.
Do you hear my dreamvoice against your neck?
I can barely speak
My throat is breaking
"I love you"
I make a protective box
but waking dissolves my scrap of evidence
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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