Poetry Moment

I lay awake,
staring out past
the confines of my window,
sky soft and blurry.
Dark is complete.
I trace the rooms of this house,
shapes, sizes and even
the rough corners of the room’s elbows.
All the while dark lies
on my chest like a cat,
licks my cheek, fingertips.
I could reach out and turn
this night like a page,
one loud voice and
the dark would shatter
like crystal.
We did not touch –
never did you see
the dark universe I house
between my ribs
or the dull ache in my breast
that needed only stroking.
We walked together
in the cold night snow,
breath streaming behind us
like exhaust
from a car
turning circles
over a cliff.

Quote For The Day 7-25-2015

There’s a kind of beauty in accepting the possibility, if not the plausibility, of everything imaginable.”
Kate Racculia, Bellweather Rhapsody