Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Heart

In dreams, I return to you−or you to me,  revealing
in these reveries, feelings,
         sentiments outside reality, the buried reborn in the surreal; 

         The tenderness, the theme.  We embrace
in lee; this unveiling.  I will wake in dazzlement. In drowsing,
I cannot discern; none of this
is real. 

I must leave you to the night; sentient illusion’s apogee.
        Seeds planted, by day, dug up in decipherment−
        the essence
of unfit desire in dishabille.


The essence
of unfit desire
en dishabille:  seeds planted, by day, dug up in decipherment.
       I must leave you to the night; sentient illusion’s apogee.  

       In drowsing, I cannot discern.  None of this is real,
       this unveiling.  I will wake in dazzlement.
The tenderness
the theme, we
embrace in lee 

outside reality, the buried reborn in the surreal  revealing
          in these reveries, feelings,
sentiments. In dreams,
          I return to you−or you to me.