I slept, dreaming I was awake.
Many were the strings, knotted, a bow
on which to climb.
Looking down, I saw her watching me, from above.
Her wings are light, but fair in flight, she glides around me.
I climb over her, she floats past as I reach out, her wing
whispers into my ear, without sound.
The latter as one stnuggles, it sways, my mind is the wind
that moves it, thinking it must, I make it stop.
I reach her shoulder, she stops, placing my foot upon it, I bend
backward, seeing her face in a smile.
Knowing I need her teeth, she removes them, and places
them in my mouth.Her new ones are better, I smile.
she pulls her pouch open, and I climb out, looking at you,
wondering what you are thinking, you just read on.
The eagle on my breast is wanting out, I have to use both
hands, to keep my locket shut...Falling... I fall into your lap, where impressed by this feat you then wonder, what it is that I think, in
the back of my mind, where no light ever shines, or gets in..
Satisfied you climb back out with a big grin, wanting to hide
inside me, again..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem