Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sleep seemed far away last night, my longing
for you nearer than the thick dark pressure
on my lids, or the images thronging
behind them: each one angled for pleasure.
Lips at corner of jaw (kisses fresher
than a new page), a knee between my knees,
your hip whiter than the snowline ... all these
fantastical, and fingers crushing air,
and emptiness an echo to my pleas,
wrist-bone bitten to stifle this despair.
The Mini-Challenge on Real Toads today is the Dizain, a ten line poem based on the longer Ballade form.
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