When I First Knew Myself I Was Six


 

When I first knew myself

the wind whipped my hair into knots

untangled by fingers searching for roots

ropes buried in sea salt brine

in the crook of my arm

in the folds of my skin

secretly breathing in

my own amber scent

pleasure of me

nestled in my lungs

tasting deep wells of sunlight

with my tongue.

 

KKLE   April 1, 2016

Tired–Awake While Dreaming


There you are,

Drifting,

In water of blue, air of meaning,

image of words,

texture of sun on skin,

an emotion of mind,

Sound of heart dreaming

In big space,

That look in your eyes

Drawing me inward,

A kaleidoscope

of swift clouds,

Moving blue beyond purity,

An in-depth Capacity

Fleeting further

Than far,

Awake while dreaming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

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