Tuesday, February 24, 2009

suitcase poem XVII

who grasps
soft underside
both vulnerable and revolting
icy hand insists
a portal
where nightmares pass
& pass
drifting into ease
clinging apprehension dissolves
palms cup cleansing plash
stems fill clutch
color sky

1 comment:

angelictenderbutton said...

nice imagery - the last three lines are very different then the beginning and are should be spoken aloud.

p.s. currently, i'm exploring revolting nightmares so the portal may not be where I am headed a la moment :)