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: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |