The pale touch of heat with resonance
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 5th, 1991 No Comments »
The pale touch of heat with resonance
with Eyes that cannot be seen
Deaf to the voice of
me.
Wait.
Lost in a query
She is a magician
Dressed in the past
All arrayed.
A jeweled moon
Sea
Drawing from me
that pale touch of heat with resonance
Anger unannounced brought by the light
a solemn sigh of pretentious awakening
Intensity, that of
fine tuning
hightened perception
The world served up to me under glass.
And that simple gift she gives to me
unaware
Remote complexities of a sanctuary
and that familiar pale touch
of heat
with resonance.
