Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

May 18, 2011

Radiance In A Dark Room

It’s a snug dark room.

When our voices need to pause,

The outside’s  breakers  keep good time.

To imagine our intimacy   in measures

Is far-fetched.  We’re free form

At last.  Our wretchedness is pushed

At  more distant fogs.  Senses locked

At  actual  joy.

In that snug dark room,

Our eyes  down  for the

Radiance  of our need,

The cadences  for our feeding.

5 Comments »

  1. Yes.

    Comment by Nomadix — May 18, 2011 @ 7:46 pm

  2. “We’re free form at last” — love this line, as well as the entire poem. Well done!

    Comment by Judith Evans — May 18, 2011 @ 8:35 pm

  3. Sensual and liberating. Loved the word choice!

    Comment by carefreewanderer — May 19, 2011 @ 6:09 am

  4. I like the contradictory note of “pause” when all the poem is about movement…

    Comment by seabell — May 19, 2011 @ 1:32 pm

  5. I love the title: Radiance in the dark. Sensual, yes

    Comment by leah — May 20, 2011 @ 11:03 pm


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