Liquid Dreams Poem by Donna Ialongo

Every face fills me in liquid dreams
tasting in embittered aspirins their worth.
Forevering seas and the sun, though hollow
as an unclutched hand make love
cemented in the sinews of my core
tug at my throat; wondering at the why of
people - and mostly the how to.

Daisies have god - and buildings with
moonlit windows - and even a well-tended
trash can - for me they have Him
or someone who feels and warms like Him.

I know your skin and he glows in lightning from
your smile and from the long dancing hands
of others, but my eyes reap your surface,
they long to share the light of soul
and in joy meet god in every laugh and scream.
why he lets me squeeze words -
why praying is too good for me

(September 26,1965)