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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

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?


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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