The Firmament of My Heaven-Ii-W

The work, the words The worries, the wits They are lazy today They have been sleeping too long In my body In the broad way of my heart. I think about you in the heavy traffic I lay bare my desire I search the bodies of A vowel, a consonant, a simile An oxymoron, a metaphor To find a two-syllable title I breathe in their mouths With the thoughts I have in mind I whisper into their ears To hear the echoes of the words To compose and feel the sound effect With overflowing ideas in head I touch the curved lips To get you mold Deep in the vault of your mouth I feel you and hear you. They’re awake, but lethargic Spreading the page incoherently They mean to frustrate me As they are feeling mean Dancing in different shapes Splattered on my page. ************** Dr. Ram Mehta ========================= Based on Surrealism Eighth place win in : Contest: Real, UNreal and Surreal sponsored by Debbie Guzzi