Sunday, March 29, 2015

Man from a Dream

by Kat Comer

Gypsy man
you kneel outside my door
waiting ...

The bronze luster
of your skin
glows warm

as daylight sinks its eye
into furrows
creased along the earth.

The thunder of your body
held contained
beneath your skin

is tensed--
in silence.

A brooding power gathers
and is patient.

Ivory teeth flash
upon my face
in recognition.

Your half moon smile --
a beam,
sings

and my blood roars
to drum beats
breaking the distance

as your swell bursts
like the sun inside me
and shatters a fountain

of tiny sparks
against the walls
that now contain you.