DreamWorld, The Beginning

Found on the alter of St. Roch Shrine, New Orleans, March 2009

Your face was as translucent as a pink
jellyfish, I could see the blue veins running
beneath the surface like hi-ways covering a
road map.

The bones of your skull looked surprisingly
supple, as if they could be molded with
the pressure of my hands, my DNA splayed
onto your flesh like spilled wine.

Your eyes were a vortex, deep and
dizzying and I could not look into them
without a fear of disappearing completely
from this world.

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8 thoughts on “DreamWorld, The Beginning

  1. The note itself so poignant – you can feel the desperate search in your poem

    thanks for sharing in the One Stop celebration

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