Thursday, January 24, 2008
On Meeting a Stranger (poem)
On Meeting a Stranger
I am tired of having
to prove myself to strangers.
To say to this blank eye
who I am
what roads I have traveled
the books I read
my curious dreams
what music strikes
most deep.
I wish simply
to leap forth
from my cloud of splendor
radiant and naked
let her feel what I feel
in her own body
internal luminescence
revealing the outlines of the soul
in its full glory
lovers drowning
in a sea of light
a touch of the hand
will do.
Dorothy Walters
January 23, 2008
I am tired of having
to prove myself to strangers.
To say to this blank eye
who I am
what roads I have traveled
the books I read
my curious dreams
what music strikes
most deep.
I wish simply
to leap forth
from my cloud of splendor
radiant and naked
let her feel what I feel
in her own body
internal luminescence
revealing the outlines of the soul
in its full glory
lovers drowning
in a sea of light
a touch of the hand
will do.
Dorothy Walters
January 23, 2008