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What Dreams May Be

 

In my dreams I’m always hovering
before the evening primroses,

their centers of ruby gold and bent
stalks whispering praise to me.

It’s always prelude playing here:
bee edicts echoing down days

stung to silence under gauzy clouds,
slivered moons, and in steam

rising from pollen. My portly
body taxis in repose. I fall

in love. Each night I deeper fall,
my buzzing swarm swaddled

alike in dreams. We are fuzzy
monks deep in contemplation

on mountains of mere wind.
Our feet frizzle in prayer. Nectar

rolls in our mouths like honey
withheld. I am orotund rapture:

that is me to thee, dancing on nothing
substantial, swaying in my stripes on thick air.

Credit


Copyright © 2017 Charlene Fix. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in The Cincinnati Review, Fall 2017.

Author


Charlene Fix

Charlene Fix is the author of the poetry collections Frankenstein’s Flowers (WordTech Communications, 2014), Greatest Hits (Kattywompus Press, 2012), and Flowering Bruno (XOXOX Press, 2006). 

Date Published: 2017-10-16

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/what-dreams-may-be