I saw you this morning

I saw you this morning
naked just before I woke up
seeking wild sex ecstasy
with fingers of an old world

but when you called me
I woke up and a grey sky
walking over cold water
put me under the cheery tree

I saw ducks feeding in mirrors
reflecting slow green burst
of birches' wanting to survive
scolded by bleak May-winds

libation is still important
rituals of contact war
shedding soft soldiers into
the final fire of star cruelty

armies have that effect
on poets and painters
on tinkers and squatters
on all opposed to odium

see me here see me not here
it is all a matter of
who still have a say so
and who has not

there are a billion pauses
between the two sides
where one still actually
can write something

I kept taking my clothes off
in front of spying windows
before my own lurid mirror
but I did not die there




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-15 at 17:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting flow of events. It started so erotically and got my attention right away. Nice.
2015-05-17



In this one you take the reader on a roller coaster ride from the first paragraph to the last. Somewhere in there I feel a war going on. The range of feelings you uncover is staggering.
So, I liked it. :-)
2015-05-17