“there’s a dragon in her hair”, he says
(accusation in his voice)
“you cannot leave this”
“i dreamed i got a letter” she yawns softly,
“by a lawyer– writing to me
(about Klimt’s kiss)
makes less sense, right?
and a girl, living in a waterfall”
“BY? a waterfall you mean?”
“no, in it, she was part of it
in more way than one, actually–
if it ever stops, she cannot sleep, she told me
cause she has no rhythm of her own–“
(&no one would help her find it)
“would you mind, putting vowels
on your tongue for me– so i can feel ‘em?”
it’s like kissing someone on a fast train,
lights exploding on the platform, westWind
in your hair,
into something freeFalluneXpected– (or
“i’ll write the dragon back in //cos she needs him–” i say,
then crawl back into bed,
a quartermillion lava crumbs
———————-sticKy on my liPs
ha yes..i really dreamt this…smiles…Victoria has some wonderful editing suggestions over at dVerse today– doors open at 3pm EST..
and below my first draft for the above poem when i wrote it this morning..
there’s a dragon on her hair you say. you cannot leave this
i have dreamed i got a letter she says by a lawyer & he was writing to me about klimt’s kiss
which makes not much sense, right? and about a girl, living in a waterfall
by a waterfall?no, in it. she said if it ever stops, i cannot sleep
because i have no rhythm of my ownbut i dunno why she told me, & the dragon kissed her, tenderly, hot lips&lava on his tongue
most of my poems by the way look like this in the first rough draft, typed into my phone just as they pop into my mind until i start working on them..