Diving down and down
toward the distant floor,
I approach the knees'
locked gates, peering
into the darkened space
between, almost at my
destination. Grasping
the heels, the ropy
tendons, I belly forward.
Chest presses thighs,
buttocks rising and rising.
I am an explorer,
entering the ancient city,
descending into another world.
4 comments:
This one is playful!
Yes it is. When you put buttocks into a poem, it has to be playful!
I love your descent into the ancient city, and how you maintained this imagery throughout the poem. The last three lines were great!!
Thanks Robin. I won't be able to write any more till I'm finished these papers, probably, but I have only 6 more to go! It would be nice to deliver them in time for Mr. Iyengar's birthday, in a week or so, but I don't think so.
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