The Daily Poem

JASMINE

Collapsing into pints of sweat and nearly tears

    I sleep into a dream of jasmine hands,

My body disconnected by a million years.

Too far removed from throbbing blood and tensile nerve,

    I lose the last of every sweet excess

And turn the dial in to drain my sparse reserve.

What good, what good, what good is life without the mesh

    Of tete-a-tete, the twist of swirling skirts,

The reaching up between the secrecies of flesh?

O take me down and kiss me full of never's end,

    And breathe me please a lesson I can save

Like weaves of feathered skin to lift me up again.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

Timor Sea

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (12th Night)

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