Can she induce a dream? Her dress is pink-green. Her Turkish face is black. She sits in the central part of a wheel. In Arizona she is in a desert. On the sand now she gets hot sunlight. I swear I won't mean any of this when I wake. An immobile insect, she is a secret. She remains secretive as she stands on her hands, then her knees. As she waters the plants with care she touches them. Between her fingers she holds, in upright wonder, the unruly sunlight, kissing it with great devotion. Can she survive my wakefulness? I kiss her, I kiss her, I kiss her till she kisses me back. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9: GREAT WESTERN DAYS by T. BAKER THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE GOLDEN AGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |