Her Muteness
©2011, Olan L. Smith
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Deep beneath the earth I discover my essence
Seated in a chamber; carpeted blood-red.
I meditate to ascend to my eternal abode.
I levitate, but a swift tug pulls me downward; I bow in acquiescence.
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I twist my head to see who dares to hinder me.
I perceive a seraph with dark hair
And superior features.
Who is she? Perhaps my guide or a banshee,
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Maybe she is an alien or a siren to lure me.
I extend my arm to fondle her loveliness
And I shift her head closer
Hoping I could kiss such an esprit.
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To embrace her flame
To feel her smooth skin as our lips touch;
She reacts in kind.
Anxiously I ask her name;
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She answers in muteness;
I am elated by her presence
And erupt with merriment
My body cannot control its joyfulness.
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Like a perfect note sustained
I feel vibrations ascend my spine reaching my crown.
Startled by my response she counters
Not with words, rather; she moved like a bird; her neck craned
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And she raised her shoulders in astonishment.
Again― I ask her name;
She replies with silence.
I edge nearer, an accomplishment.
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Caressing her long hair we tread
Another realm where lips interlock and tongues intertwine,
Then she vanishes and my eyes open;
I am desirous to return to my secretive fortress of blood-red.
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PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
