Thursday, July 21, 2005

intruder


Unsafe in my own dreams I seek out yours. In my sleep I move from here to there; see you lying soft under the quilt, and slide beneath in spectral silence. Pause to hear your heart, feel your warmth, sense your body. Then slip through doors left open in your REM time and drift through your unconsciousness.

I am sorry to intrude. But I am so comfortable there.

© 2004-2005 by Ira Socol________________________
Blue and Grey by Mark Rothko

6 comments:

newspell said...

this read smoothly. like good whiskey splashing over ice.

Mary Godwin said...

Oooooo... I like this! Good whiskey and that warm rush of blood to the head. Sweet dreams. Very nice. -mg

Ruben said...

Very nice poetry. Silky smooth like a freshly shaven set of legs set atop six inch heels.

homer said...

Intruder?

No. Collaborator.

Brenda said...

With the Rothko, superb... sliding in in dreams, hardly intrusion, not even visitor, more like deep connection inhabiting the same psychic terrain, those innerscapes...

FalinaM said...

Intruder only so far as you might think you are intruding. Hmmm ... makes me think about how often we do this with other people while we're awake ... and are we welcome?