home | archives | bio | stories | poetry | links | guestbook | message board
previous | poetry index | next

Auburn

 

Love is ethereal
all around yet eluding grasp
suffusing all being yet incomprehensible
confusing yet understood
panic and repose in the same instant.


I see you
wanting you near but fearing to approach
blanketed by your effect but fearing to uncover
warm but cold
desire and fear in each glance.


Absence breeds chaos
crying silent screams while breathing spectral manna
consumed by empty thought while imaging only you
insubstantial yet concrete
doubt and hope in one vision.


You see me
confusion and understanding in roving eyes
fear and happiness in the same blush
a grimace and a smile upon rosy flesh
never or forever in the next action.

 


previous | poetry index | next
home | archives | bio | stories | poetry | links
| guestbook | message board

6:30 a.m. (Waking to Nothing), by Paul Cales, © November 2001