Friday, February 23, 2007

342. Secrets - Sandra Hochman

He dreams every
Night of green
Women. In our sleep
We talk and move
About as if we were
Wrestling with
Perfect errors, He finds
The woman. Swiftly
I run to hide and
Slay her with
My melting fist.
Later, he opens the windows
And turns the woman
Over on her side
And holds in his arms
Her buzzing green shadows.
Again tonight,
He finds the woman
Blooming from the sky.
She grows brilliant gold
Scales as saints once
Grew halos of fire.
As she unfolds her secret,
I wake with my senses wide open.

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