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Dylan
Poems
Mar 2013
Divine Inebriation
Icicles dribble down the tip
of my nose as frost fogs
the humid corridors of my mind.
Tundras yawn before me
and sea-foam green ribbons
helically orbit one another.
Streaks of yellow roll between
the spiraling bows in the sky.
Stars twinkle slowly, just beyond.
An icy howl jars the halcyon
serenity as a harbinger of
hardships and blizzards.
But I am not of this.
I carry a hearth in my chest
and open my arms to embrace.
Ah, and now she steps down
from the gathering clouds;
her gown rippling as it unfurls.
Her aurichalcite eyes echo unsung
songs until I can't bare the separation.
My unstrung heart beats on, begging
for another verse from her slightly parted
-- but how much they open! --
lips lying, parabolic, atop her chin.
She meets my pleas succinctly:
her out-stretched hand offered
in tribute to another kindred soul.
My mind is fixated, not a thought
intrudes on my contemplation
of her exotic inebriation.
Does she know what she's done?
How every movement makes
me stutter, slightly, shuddering
(unavoidably)? How could she
understand this intoxication
which I don't even hope to know?
I suppose that's all man can hope for:
a single day, maybe not more than an hour,
where "love" can even be considered.
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