Like Fallen Faith
by Britt Zimmerman
I am poetry,
spinning in your mind
and floating languidly through your soul
I am sound,
rolling from the tongue
of a sleeping girl
Soak me into your skin
where I may creep and crawl down your neck
and dance to the fluttering of your eardrums,
Where I may slide down your throat
to the pit inside your stomach
and carry with me the beat of my butterfly wings
Unstable are your knees
and trembling, your hands
as I smooth my skin
with your words
and make the world
oscillate before you
There is no real...no fantasy
I am purification,
bringing the smell of violets and violence
softly biting at your lips,
the nape of your neck...
the beating of your heart
Like soft slow drips of rhythm and blues
I am extensive,
like fallen faith
and the pipers tune...
Author's Note: hmmm cant quite find a good title for this grrrr... I hate it when I have no title that works grrrr
Posted on 04/08/2003
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 04/08/03 at 03:34 PM|
Truly a passion to make a lover blush, this is touching Britt, great work.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/03 at 04:24 PM|
I like this very much. It's a pleasant departure from my own drivel these days. I agree with you about the title, in fact the word 'faith' seems out of place. I think the last line would make a better title.
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/24/07 at 05:22 PM|
I like the fluidity and imagery here, and I agree with Chris about the last line.
|Posted by JD Clay on 04/25/07 at 02:40 AM|
I commend your indefinable poetic self, Britt. This melancholy piece was destined to rise to the top. Congratulations on becoming The Poet Of The Day.