How could I gather you
Into these arms
When mine own chest
Seeps from me

Should the nether
Rise forward
As the foaming sea
And chase
That face
That writhes as blossoms
Unto me
It should grant
This garish deep
The quiet
That is bread
For thee

Do gods rumble
Whilst men sleep
And vanish as women
Into dreams?

You can not touch me
Should I not permit
In mine vanishing
As knife
Onto flesh

I can not gather you
Unless I lash
Unto reverie
Into rest

Into savageness.

© Copyright A. Marie Kaluza 2015

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