Saturday, 23. August 2003
A Definition
I am a dream entering a room
Whose walls are thoughts.
I am a skein drawn taut across the face of a hollow dream.
I am a desire smoldering at the roots of your hair, the skein of your sex.
I am a light over fermenting wine Held in chalices of seasons and desires.
I am a cylinder of glass, a doorway Though which a blue light enters to illuminate,
These entwined words and worlds!
My Poems