bemused

by snakhi

Posted to Poetry on 2003-02-18 17:47:00

i love to dream;
the images that appear
in my head of you
and i
seduce me into procrastination–
your face, those eyes, those
lips, that body, your voice,
your delicate touch;
i want everything about you
so badly
so immediately
and i am so far away
and you don’t try to
understand
that the essence of the poet
is the poem, and to the poem
the dream,
and all these dreams that
appear for you are the dreams
i wish to share with you
and it takes time
to get all the images out
because i have never been
so stuck in my own head
with dreams of one person
that can bemuse the starry-eyed poet
with the essence of all poetry
all at once.

you are rimbaud, shakespeare,
rilke, thomas, coleridge, blake,
the madness of nietszche,
pizzarro’s fountain of youth,
the quest of all madmen
who howl at the moon
in search of illumination…

…with childlike hope
of being caressed
by the gentle beam of light
that is your touch, that
creates dreams for all eternity.



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