White Dreams Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Lean out into the afternoon,
sip long hard sips of air,
let your eyes flow
through your hair, the earth
of your core, your crown
falling like water and flowers
wrought with confusion.

Lilies are white,
her robe, adorned, and she
scarce: that look of hers.
She keeps counting,
flowers falling
about her face.

She is in a strange home,
in a strange white bed.
She is being ravaged
and then awakens.

A skunk, her furry pet
accepts touch as she
accepts fretful scent.
He leaves on his merry way.

Bosom, bended arm, burns
like flame, blue, she says,
I will teach myself.
A white bird sees her naked.