Wednesday, May 2, 2007


Sitting with book in hand, careened forward as my mind diverges out the open window, elevated into the same biting wind that turns nail beds blue and ripples my skin. I sense your phantom hands upon my mouth, an invisible collision of energy paralyzing me in my already transient state, knees strapping me down to the chair. The weight of you evident, suffocating me in primal pleasure until I must laugh at my illusion, your delusion of grandeur. Aleathia Drehmer 2007 Published by Hecale 7/07

1 comment:

james said...

hi, aleathia. this is my first visit to your blog and your poetry makes for really fine reading.

i'm humbled, but very pleased, that you've chosen to link my blog.

gratefully ... jim