Does her ivy an oak bough cleave?
When her body is clenched in unison
Does a twofold breath still bereave?
It’s one single, singularity in motion.
Does he tent-peg her octagon-love
High or low in her valley of stars
Does she yearn more deeply, above?
Or below, compass arthritic arms.
And should both their oceans mingle...
Like a green velvet salt-sea-spray...
Let each dual shipwreck slowly shingle...
Not a salvage slipknots anchor away.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | January 14, 2009 - 23:24
This is an interesting poem and the choice of words is very unique. However, I think that the punctuation is a bit confusing and the capital letters at the beginning of each line don't make this easier. Overall, the idea of the poem is very good and again, the choice of words is beautiful- it just needs a bit of tweaking.
Nathan.