Can she induce a dream? Her dress is pink-green. Her Turkish face is black. She sits in the central part of a wheel. In Arizona she is in a desert. On the sand now she gets hot sunlight. I swear I won't mean any of this when I wake. An immobile insect, she is a secret. She remains secretive as she stands on her hands, then her knees. As she waters the plants with care she touches them. Between her fingers she holds, in upright wonder, the unruly sunlight, kissing it with great devotion. Can she survive my wakefulness? I kiss her, I kiss her, I kiss her till she kisses me back. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS TWENTY GOLDEN YEARS AGO by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |