There's a sort of eternity when we're in bed together whether silently you awaken me with the flat of your hand or sleep breathing with a small scratch in your throat, or quietly attach a bird to the sky I dream as a way in to my body -- Now you have made me excited to accept heaven as an idea inside us, perpetual waters, because you let yourself fall from a sky you invented to a sea I vaulted when it was small rain accumulating -- My heart drained there and fills now in time to sketch in the entire desert landscape we remember as an ocean port, that part of me accepting your trust, a deep voluptuous thrust into my hours, that has no earthly power but lives believing you were made for me to give in to completely, every entry into you the lip of water that is in itself scant hope broken into like sleep by kisses -- Policed in the desert by a shooting star, we are the subversive love scratched out of sky, o my visitor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |