December 2008
4 posts
Poem by Karen Dalton
The singer strings a chord, and bends The silent after-drum Into the singularity of my mind. Lover of tears crying pulled-away loss Lover of music hearing silence between pulse Lover of fear, shuddering outflung arms Where we lay naked side by side in the night and did not love. Outside all I am Other, and not mine, poured out sweetly in some careless moment Endures the...
