The Hypnotist

In dreams, wading through pools
Of memory, shirking
All that what’s recognized,
And facing that what’s not,
You can find fragments lost
That can fill some puzzle
Which has been gnawing you.

This I said to her. This
I said as I laid her
Down on her back, her head
On my lap, as I closed
Her eyes with my right palm.
Asked her to breathe. She did.
I watched as her breasts rose.




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Written on 2024-06-19 at 02:10

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I sense a subtle double meaning here. Whatever, well written, and enjoyable. Bravo.
Blessings, Allen
2024-06-19


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I think this is profound, that's what I felt at the end of the poem, especially the last stanza, poems are our ornaments
I think it's good when the communication process can flow well
not expecting for an effect through slogans, pinpointing some words and that's it!
2024-06-19