Aphrodite’s Hips

i imagine
waking beside you
eyes half closed
hearing you rise
and watching
your shadow’s shape
move across the room.

2 Replies to “Aphrodite’s Hips”

  1. That reminds me of Margaret Atwood’s poem that I recently learned about: Variations on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping,which may not happen.I would like to watch you,sleeping. I would like to sleepwith you, to enteryour sleep as its smooth dark waveslides over my head and walk with you through that lucentwavering forest of bluegreen leaveswith its watery sun & three moonstowards the cave where you must descend,towards your worst fearI would like to give you the silverbranch, the small white flower, the oneword that will protect youfrom the grief at the centerof your dream, from the griefat the center. I would like to followyou up the long stairwayagain & becomethe boat that would row you backcarefully, a flamein two cupped handsto where your body liesbeside me, and you enterit as easily as breathing in I would like to be the airthat inhabits you for a momentonly. I would like to be that unnoticed& that necessary. _____________ Do you like it?
    Shannon at 01/25/2006 06:20:14 pm

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