An inhibited idea
held back by nature
and by degree
pushes forth at night
as pinkish slices of grapefruit
and probing kisses.
The absurdity of my dreams
is as complete as
the potency of thier feeling tone
sliding lips across my cheek
but whose?
The vacuum of associations
during the day
is a deliberate refusal to leave
until at night
when my eyes have shut
the surge of passion
and unanswered sexual urgency
yield the suggested effect
the capacious behavior of images
coming out to play
as the rain begins to slacken.
The notorious strangeness of dreams
my feelings for you
emotional stupidity
or
a form of inspiration
cradle me in your arms
sing to me
whisper.
Uncontrollable elements
yield extraneous events
leading to an autonomous complex
from perfect clarity
to deepest confusion
clamoring life is all around
I’m drowning in your arms
the look in your face
as you look down
a sulky look.
– Marya Ophir
