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sleep, and other secrets

by Brynn Dizack

your subtle beauty
relates most closely
to the perfect topography
serrated knives draw across
the counterpane of a new tub of
margarine.

where did you come from?
has the absence of you
been what makes the dry roads so bleached in winter, all these years?
i have always wondered:
what causes this chalksprawl phenomenon?
is it the liquid salt? unyielding cold?

or was it the weight of waiting
for some creature who could
love me
without losing herself?

02/15/2011

Author's Note: et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit

Posted on 02/15/2011
Copyright © 2019 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 02/15/11 at 11:56 PM

I love this but I really really love your author's note (if I translated it correctly).

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/19/11 at 06:08 PM

lovely from start to finish. thank you for sharing this.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/20/11 at 03:37 PM

Love the imagery here especially. Beautifully done.

Posted by Anita Mac on 02/27/11 at 02:14 AM

This is gorgeous... And I kind of feel the bleached roads thing inherently; it just felt right when I read it. Maybe my mind's wandered there too. Truly a wonderful piece, little bird.

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