your answer by Erika Hommel

I want you here

in the dead span of time

when closed eyes detect

a dedicated dance that

cells perform under lids

I want you here

in woven,

ever expanding chambers

circulating every prodded word

or stillborn thought

like orange smoke

bending & folding

into itself

seeping off stars

I want you

here

Comments

[Scott Douglas]

I was in the mood for a poem
with fresh twist of phrase.

very delicate.
thanks