The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 12/04/06)

With Your Eyes Closed

I was asleep
while a stranger
stripped me bare,
removing my saddle shoes
my white knee-stockings
my green and black
kilt skirt in the regulation
Black Watch pattern,
and made love to me.
And as he made love to me
I was dreaming
that I poured the last
drops of my grandmother's
rarest peach brandy
down the toilet.
My grandmother
was on the front porch
rocking back and forth
in her rocker, an activity
I believe is sexual.
Then I became
my grandmother.
The chair was a huge
black stallion because
I was small again.
I clenched my thighs,
we galloped along a ridge.
The moon was full,
but cast no light because
it had become the tire
of my boyfriend's car
and I was letting
the air out while he
was in the library
somewhere in the stacks
making love to my best friend.
I have always found bookshelves
to be erotic, so I became
my best friend
but I won't tell you
her name, or mine either.
If I have learned anything
it is this: you should never
tell anyone your name
in a dream, even if you're
not really sleeping.

Richard Louis Garcia

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RL

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Ah, this is nice........very fluid, flowing from one lovely image into the next.......

Thank you, sweetie........:hug:

Love the pacing and the rhythm of it, love the surreal aspect and the pain and frustration that is almost palpable...

*sigh*

:loveya:

:hi:

RL

in that space
just before dreams
take their place
it ebbs and flows
like the waves on
the shore
washing over me



me likey this one :hi:

I keep thinking there should be more.