Today's poem is by Felicia Zamora
We Return Sparkling
Spun this tendency to whirl, tendency to fall
gossamer. Thread what must pull back: my muscle mimics
your muscle gorges energy & loves nothing, loves nothing.
Axis of spine, gravity possesses imprints
Brief on lungs, vocal cords, belly: a charcoal sketch
against the light silhouette wipes
in the turn. We burn out of & skin another universe
encases this headache inching outside the head. Our
once watery lungs the revolving lure of sea
brine in our nails, ocean of aortic sackfeel us beating: waves.
A sky is a sky is blue veins. We return sparkling
& out of breath tethered to gorgeous rules.
Copyright © 2016 Felicia Zamora All rights reserved
from Potomac Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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