Brine and Breath
I felt you in my dreams again
in a momentary touch that speaks
of today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
You whisper of weeping willows
and meandering mossy glistenings
hanging on a feverish dawn's blush.
I sighed the morning's tidal wash
of brine and breath overflowing
knowing the crashing wave's courage.
Touchmarks gleaming upon cheek
and lips scald with heat unchecked
as the horizon peeks in fiery envy.
Dreams, desires, or consumption
what is this momentary sensation
hope's despair, or life as a dream?
08/16/2004
in a momentary touch that speaks
of today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
You whisper of weeping willows
and meandering mossy glistenings
hanging on a feverish dawn's blush.
I sighed the morning's tidal wash
of brine and breath overflowing
knowing the crashing wave's courage.
Touchmarks gleaming upon cheek
and lips scald with heat unchecked
as the horizon peeks in fiery envy.
Dreams, desires, or consumption
what is this momentary sensation
hope's despair, or life as a dream?
08/16/2004
posted by Mike at 12:17 PM
3 Comments:
And you tell me you are not a poet... HUM! I think you are!
*BWSK*
Really gorgeous poem! Thank you for sharing it.
Lovely poem especially the line 'you whisper of weeping willows'.
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