through smudged windows, looking
northward
over damp landscapes swathed in
nightfall
the eye of the mind knows the heart,
and
she knows you from another time, a
recollection beneath chasms of flame
ardor pulled tight to your chest, the brazen words
parting quietly with lilies in the
morning mist, a
wandering grief veiled behind your
eyes
© 2.4.2016 heather brager
I react to your poetry, I think,the way a brain reacts when a person sees their beloved, the brain and neural system light up like the Las Vegas strip. It's as if I'm in love v with your poetry. It delights me intellectually, artistically, and emotionally. I hope you don't think I'm silly.
ReplyDeleteNo, Donna… I love you.
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