Cup

picart by ami

If I were to look down into you,

I would see dark brown coffee grounds

And tea leaves that coax reading.

But aroma rises

And images swirl

Round,round they go,

Take me back

To your

World.

Sargasso: Sylvia's Tempest

Tonight I fall headlong
Down into that abyss
The yawning cauldron,
And then calm
Before the water
Hits rockbottom

I crawl with jointed limbs
On the crags and on the cliff
My aerial shudder as I feel
The ancient craving
And inundation of your lip.

I am Raggedy Ann hurling
Into the eye of the cyclone
Perspiration freezing my bones
Traversing the deathly silence
Of the stone.

Tonight I fall headlong
Deep
Deep
Deep into that abyss
The moon mask looking on
Black iris of the sky,
I rise seaweed tangled
Your memory clinging to my hair
Like a barnacle.