I Live in Darkness:
I live in darkness so when I dream
I replay a time or two I’ve lived,
but make it pure and obscene.
There’s the inevitable incense
of the holy odalisque and in fact
the dream is all about her after a while:
it’s never back to darkness,
but back to the dim regions of her
inner surroundings, which border my house.
On a thousand vast and troublesome acres
the possiblities, because of our union,
are nameless. Earth and clay turn the same way:
in the deep chasms we’ve conjured
with our pushing and pulling on the bed
we’d taken to the fields, we’ve led the way home.
1 month ago