Our Dearest Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 31, 2017

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Submitted: May 31, 2017



Our dearest dreams are memories

We only remember once

At night, they play to our turned-in eyes

Once backs roll to the front.

Turning back, remember first

Myself below the stars

My sailor’s hips upon the prow

The sea’s cold spray on my scars

Or when I, pale with trembling tears,

Hid up a twisted oak

My vicious judges hunting near

With chipped nails sent to choke

And then recall her shivering touch

That traced my naked ribs

Her dancing fingers – near too much –

The bond between her lips.

But once I have remembered these

Each deep from in my spine

I rise – awakened by degrees

Forget that any were mine.

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