Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

Pooling Sighs of Logic

tell me your name
let run my fingers 
across the contours 
of your mouth,
describe the sunset 
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas 
cannot


remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation


within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the tap…tap…tap
ever haunted by memories,
having seen a glimpse
of corridors in radiance 
between worlds


heat,emotion,touch,sound


all lost in the longing
to walk soundless


nudging past your temples
with my hands
the pool of logic
… purls,

and I see all
with the reach
of a great horned owl

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