Sunday, June 29, 2008

Dove Fire

author’s note:

“This hour I tell things in confidence,
  I might not tell everybody but I will tell you.”
                            –  Walt Whitman


I feel you in every part
of my night room--
though we have not yet
opened that door.

You’re in every shade--
the black ink of my pen.

In every texture--
the net of fabric lying
over my agitated skin.

In every breath
I make a prayer
in your name.
Even asleep, even when
I’m asleep in my day.
This lunch: this bread
is also your body.

Touch me awake.

When I touch
my own flesh
I feel you shift
down deep within--
preparing to burst
into bloom--when?

Don't worry--

I’ll keep you safe inside me--
just as I remain safe
inside you.

Last night, I saw a light
gliding through the sky--
desire showing its white fire.

I knew you lived in that brilliancy.
So I lay back--
and waited for your white dove
to come into my dream.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton
dream steps
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