A Mass Of Sinuous Black Poem by Doris Cornago
A Mass Of Sinuous Black
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
Nothing on my hands now
Clutching at the wind
Hair in a mass of
Sinuous black
Waving
Back and
Forth, exulting
Folds of skin billow
Don't shun me, laugh not
Lovely are the layers of dreams
With you, must I constantly evolve
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,evolution,fantasy,paths,surrealism
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the midst of day, visions of the loved one comes and we're lost in a surreal landscape of his/her physical assets, filling ourselves with the cornucopia of forbidden pleasures which delight our senses, guarding against the imminent pain of future disappointments on finally meeting. Is it possible to love someone you have not met face to face but feel intimately by words and dreams?
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5/6/2024 8:43:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Doris, such a fine poem👍👍👍
Hi Bernard. First of all, happy 2018. Thank you for liking my poem. It was a dream I had and it was certainly disconcerting. I'm still trying to find its meaning. May you have all the dreams to write on. :)