you can't hear me anymore I've gone below this sky
thin line of ocean's indication invites to soothe
pain set into silent landscape horizon's closed lips
from eye to mouth your tear I brush by wing
another drop to oceans depth from unseen islands
I have not yet told you where I stand
where I've leapt from even as I am so impaled

my perfect vision cannot see your perfect flight
you've escaped me like sifted words forgotten
my perfect breasts are bound to find you
in this unround world which you've disowned
I stand here gainfully positioned to take on new life
I need you back with strong direct seduction
why invisible behind below beyond our oceanline

11/21/2007

Author's Note: The first (italic) stanza mine followed by David Garner's response. this is the third poem in our "Dark Bird of Flight" series. More to come. David invited me to collaborate on a poem. We began and have written with such swift intensity that we are posting the collab as it develops. The entire poem is inspired by a painting he suggested, and we will reveal that later.You can click on these titles to read the others. The first in the series, allure is in my library. The second, question is in David's. We will continue to alternate the postings.

Posted on 11/21/2007
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