In the craters of the moon,
the hollows of your teeth
across the straight path through
hallowed earth that breathes contempt
I am sitting, waiting for you.
Underneath the arches of solar flares,
locked in the cage beneath your breast
across the invisible bridge over
the abyss infernal as I digress
I am sitting waiting for you.
Hidden in the golden
foliage along a never ending stream
I cast a silver line through
the cloud white mists into its depths
as the sun rises and sets.
I am standing looking for you
YOU ARE READING
She, Infinity
PoetryI mean to place sight within the constraints of sound and drive it into the bed rock, the foundation of feeling, literally rather than metaphorically.
