Thursday, March 15, 2007
"Goldmeyer"
At the edge of a river
shallow and running fast,
my desire shining
like a beacon
on the other side.
My crossing is filled
with anticipation and
laced internal trepidation.
Cold water seeps
over and under my feet
simultaneously
with the feel of mercury,
levitating me slightly
like some cheap magicians’
trick of the eye.
My knees collapse,
crumpling beneath me,
neat and folded like
I am a flesh accordion
being put away for the night.
My body slips
beneath a watery sky,
to a river bottom vestige.
Liquid fingers
touch me in places
I had not thought of,
her nails sinking
into me deeply, ripping
hope by bounding me.
She is drowning me.
I hear the warped voices,
friends above the surface
in the air,
sweet wonderful air
that my effused lungs
may never taste again,
for on the day of my birth
I am at my death.
Aleathia Drehmer 2006
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Wow.
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