FreefallToday I gazed at my dream
and everything spoke
around me in riddles.
I howled at the loss of my self
as she strolled away,
and blinked a tearful objection
in the wails of my bowels.
a land uncoursed through,
serenaded in whispers of pillow-talk,
sultry heat atop my concrete horizon.
And maybe today it was I
who stumbled upon you,
as we splashed within smiles
reserved for such things
and only the whiskey
sat privy to timelessness
in the silence of these shadowed,
And maybe today will have one day
deserved no analysis –
just a lifetime of ticket stubs
mute in the breeze.
Empty and soaked-through
will spiral the fury of coffee cups
when somewhere I'll freefall face first
through the dreams that I've been.
And perhaps, in that madness
I'll see you.
as we stroll by the sea
and only the sidewalks stand witness
to muffled sweet nothings so dearly received
in this lost land of limbo
where Time's found no foothold to grasp.
And is it today that you'll ask me
to kindly explain what must all of this mean?
What Truth lies here harbored?
This vision that haunts me
in all that I am and in all that I do,
as I stand here howling,
perspiring the dawn
and wet with the moment today has become.
in this whirlwind,
too tired to lie –
today's when it happened.
in this space
between you and I.
Poetry by sasha khrebtukova
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Written on 2015-05-19 at 18:05
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