Ferry Crossing
Everything I’m meant to feel
is lovely the sweat
that glistens like fog off the edge
of the boat the island
you’re on whenever you make love
no matter where you’re making love
that travels with you
there are feelings i would like
the insides of
like death and certain women
that i can’t reach
for instance there is the feeling
that i should be pulled
and pulled again between the
slightly parted mouths
of anxious ferry women
who stay buckled in their cars
but i will only ever be coming in
and leaving myself truly
and making way too much of all this.
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I’m always over thinking things, this is fantastic.
me too. 🙂
thanks for reading.
I love how you weave together the imagery for getting wet.
eden
thank you eden you’re lovely.
Words that make me read them over again … slowly. Always beautiful.
yes we like slow poetry, don’t we?
Thanks so much for coming back.
there are feelings i would like
the insides of
like death and certain women
that i can’t reach
for instance there is the feeling
that i should be pulled
and pulled again between the
slightly parted mouths
I love this. You have really captured something here. . . feelings we have but are also outside of. I instantly felt this, not just from memory, but from an awareness that the feeling persists and is persistent.
Hi Britt, I nominated you for the Silver Quill Blogger Award. I really enjoy your poetry a great deal and wanted to draw others attention to it.
Awesome! Thanks for the support, Jeremy. You indeed are a pleasant man.