Posted by: scintillatingspeck | December 10, 2015

I pour out the Great Lake.

I pour out the Great Lake
of my channeled love,

scouring every narrow chasm
in roiling spasms of confined desire.

What fabricated waterway could contain
the gushing eons of lust,

the ancient meltwater
fresh, rushing, roaring our names?

See the levees pushed and breached,
leaching the juice of your kiss

into the abyss of aching.
My body obeys only the gravity

of water screaming
to the sea.

 

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  1. masterful.

  2. […] into song, or cry, and alarm the other museum-goers.  Remember I wrote a poem a few days ago, I pour out the Great Lake?  Here it was, tidal and ravishing.  The artist calls it a “Wave […]


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