I’ve got to go deeper
deeper than a torn photograph
or a mirror looking back
still hungry for the pain of pleasure
cutting through layers of dead skin or
a whipped cream alibi
I’ve got to go deeper
deeper than a fever blister of expletives
deeper than the antiquity of rain
the mother of all
drenching colorless cleansing
of every species
an equalizer and proof of birth
that we all came from the sea
Good poem…Well done! I really like the line: “deeper than a fever blister of expletives.”
Thanks for your comment, Daniel. Cheers, Guy.