September 27, 2017

Poetry Reading: “Opacus”

“Opacus”

© Jane Bled 2016-2017

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I try to resist
The recollection
Of hypnagogic eyes
That drug me deeper
Than wakeless sleep.

In my dreams,
I come clean,
Freed from shy desire —
Gladly unwholesome.

Soul-stricken vixen fidgets
With internecine kisses.
She gnaws at skin-holes
Of moth-eaten memories,
As apricity nibbles
Upon flawed frozen flesh.

Once,
I offered you the balm
Of her cooling lips…
But wild laughter arose,
And thirst starved without bliss,
As she and I upheld
A tristful synthesis.

Tell me there isn’t more than this,
So that I may ambulate
Towards a frabjous fate:
The place where I’ll forget
To behold your face
Before I wake.
Tell me you only craved the chase.

I’d let her drown in desperation,
Posthaste;
But I’m loath to waste
Her borrowed thoughts
For naught.

So I curse the ruse
Used as a noose,
And pretend I’m not
In love with you.
Opacus words:
Hard acts to follow;
And all that’s left for me,
Is sorrow.

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Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.

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