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LIKE A CROCODILE NIGHTMARE



rochelle holt



I have tried to spillhou out of mind
like a crocodile nightmare
in the swamp of dream,
but at dawn, your lips kiss mine,
ethereal, haunting mist
You're not Jesse, but you perform magic
long-distance through pearly snow
to freeze image of silhouette,
two lovers whose shadows know
their spirits can never be apart

Perhaps the whistle of train
is long cliche that echoes
through convoluted brain,
yet it's true you possess my soul
while this body drifts away
from fire of fingers,
far flames which have melted gray
bone like ice beneath balking flesh

As I ponder the tlight of egrets&pelicans,
I realize I need your pure embrace,
soft cheek and spider-silky hair,
rebel cat-eyes
to illuminate dim day
l

BLEATING HEARTS

Perhaps desire is fulfilled only in

;a%t contentment s e mirage on desert
where we merely crawl like lizards,

forgetful of prehistoric hurt,
great glacial change, volcanoes'
erupt~n~ t rupture paradise,

peace before what mind must know
as we travel in search of Nothing
notletmate, success or ourselves-

absolute entitles) unknown to longing,
coiled serpent not born yet to strike
like bristly cactus or sting of porcupine,

silence in purple night, empty of shriek,
pulsing waves rising back and forth
in tune with source of nature ~ song,

oblivious to pain and numb to worth
of one soul separated from any other,
awakened by Sun, put to sleep by Moon

But, after we areA born to Mother, 1<4~ i

we become sm~= seagull,
birdSon left wing, restless for more



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