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by Tricia Marie Miel

a thousand petals of sweat
rip through like lazy rain
crushing the blood beneath my breast


if only for a moment
my weakness and power are one


the girl I am is a goddess in her bed
a heedless wanton dreaming
of a man on the moon

visions like winter swim out to sea
time will run them over with the language of eternity


in sleep I will always recall
a whisper of a fiddle raw
from playing bittersweet symphonies

or how it felt to fall

and shadows elaborate why...


true love must incubate

09/06/2007

Posted on 09/17/2007
Copyright © 2022 Tricia Marie Miel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Marianne Reddan on 09/17/07 at 02:52 AM

I love the first and third lines. Your word pairing is great and so moving. I'm going to favorite it.

Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/17/09 at 07:52 PM

Ok I have a plethora of magnetic poetry on my fridge that I mess with. And this awesome poem just inspired me to start putting my musings up on here. Great Poem!

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