posted on May, 26 2016 @ 09:30 PM
(Again , copywrite reldra, 1999. )
This is one I came across that was an experiment, where I included another poet's lines, noted of course. I think I have only done 2 of these. Was
looking for the other. But I will post this one tonight.
And Beyond...
I am producing his fantasies-
delivered into light
from shaded alcoves
of his mind.
(So I can dispense them
over and over).
"There is nothing wrong with it-
you have an eye, it's an image."
And I am being taken.
So taken
by what I awake in him
(wills, fears, satisfactions),
these things came from me.
Now they own me.
Fashioned invisibly-
shrouded by
whispered words in the dark.
"My boy,
she is your last resort."
I can see it
when he stares at me.
Looking toward
that alternate world
I have given him.
"Believe me,
they'll bury you in it."
This is my creation.
"Will you marry it,
marry it...?"
What exatly happened?
Yesterday, he was only
touching me.
Today he feels right
through me...and beyond.
*Lines in quotes from
Sylvia Plath's "The Applicant"