Guest Poet Robert Gambogi
Her breath the only air I can breathe
Snake like she comes over me
Dark as a dream
Her breath the only air I can breathe
Lustrous with light she comes over me
Dark as a dream
Her breath the only air I can breathe
Wet from seas held within she comes over me
Dark as a dream
Her breath the only air I can breathe
Vestibule to the holy land she comes over me
Dark as a dream
Her breath the only air I can breathe
More than I ought to have or even dream she comes over
me
Dark as a dream
Her breath the only air I can breathe
Breathing fire lit before numbers before words even
she comes over me
Bright as a sun
Her fires the only air I can breathe
July, 2002
Robert Gambogi's questions:
1) Does the repetition work?
2) Is there development of a central image for you?
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