"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, November 28, 2013

LIPS

Last night I dreamt I kissed a woman;
And she kissed me back
And pressed her body against me.

I did not recognize her.
She was not from my past.
Perhaps she is my future.

For the rest of the dream
We tried to find time
To be alone together.

But in the morning I woke
To blasts of leaf blowers.
Her lips had flown with the wind.



2 comments:

David Bell said...

Short and very sweet, David.

David Morisset said...

Many thanks, David