So here is a poem I have written. I figured I might as well share right? All feedback is welcome, of course, good or bad. Please be aware, however, that all my work is copyrighted so any infringement of that copyright would be a problem.
Reincarnations
The past plays out in my mind as if I have lived it.
The strings of a corset tighten over my ribs,
strangling a heart that bleeds onto my palms,
mixing with the blood of an amputee.
The sounds of his groans and the
bombs deafened by a saxophone, the
darkness dimly lit by the reflections of a festival
over New Orlean’s waters,
waters that rupture and collapse into a rainbow
as I watch from an exploration of a Venezuelan
cave that opens into a ditch of bones in the
Arizona desert.
I have lived many lives but in all of them his hands
are the same, holding mine through a dance, our
blood mingling as I tend to his injuries, and he pulls
me closer through the crowd, guiding me
through the darkness, helping me dig for discovery.
They are always warm, a pathway of stars holding
together the memories of all I was, and as he
traces the lines of my palm, a fortune of all
that I will be.
