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Wrapped In Water (Sestina)

by Ariane Scott

Sometimes I wake all wrapped
In your arms and the moon beats
A path to somewhere I want
To remember. I hear your dreams
On your breath and they sound like water
Dripping us home from the edges of time.

It's like we ripple time.
We're small stones wrapped
In cloth and skipped into space like water
Spreads loam and we pump like the muted beat
Of the dog's tail as he lives his dreams.
We pulse inside each new surge of want.

My head is on your chest and I want
To touch your face in another time,
Before I knew you here in the present dream.
There's home in the way the dog lies wrapped
In your feet, the tick of the clock, the low nightbeat
Pushing the sun to rise us from bed like tidewater.

When I stand my legs are made of water.
I'm so steeped with love, this want
Wets my breath with ancient beats.
When you wake you wade time
To where I wait, your smile still wrapped
In sleep and smelling of dreams.

In the kitchen coffee foams like dreams.
Late morning comes and we shower, water
Joins flesh as your fingers wrap
My hair and we lather the want
Smooth as the tear thrusted through time
To your cheek, to here. The past skips a beat.

The house opens and warms as the sun beats
Away the night, makes day out of dreams.
I want to call you my baby and next time
I want to call you my man. It's the water
In you that flows transition, each want
Fulfilled like infants fed and wrapped.

Your love beats me new until I'm spring water
Clear as dreams pellucid, dreams never left to want.
Every time I look at you I'm blanketed, wrapped.

11/16/2006

Author's Note: Working title.

Posted on 11/17/2006
Copyright © 2021 Ariane Scott

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/27/07 at 12:51 PM

I love the interplay: the way that you set the scenes then embelish them with emotion. The use of language is a mixture of simplistic and comlex, fitting them to pace as you draw your reader through... Nice writing :)

Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/26/10 at 02:48 PM

This is a difficult form, and you've handled it beautifully. Sexy, sensual, and the security of home.

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