power (Remove filter)
God or a Vision?
you and your psychedelic phrases
did they plunge from your tailing tongue?
perchance I took breaths from the room,
exhaled, and put them back in your mouth
moving, placing my ear near your lips,
pausing for an air lick near my neck-
lifted eyelids and confusion
so, then the comfort could come
when I would speak your surroundings-
the bed, the door, and the soft sheet
...Friday 29th May 2020 4:04 pm
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
4 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
5 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
11 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
13 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
14 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
14 hours ago