In my sleep
you came, all stillness,
muse-shadowed like night
kissed by the wet tongue of Morpheus

I devoured you there,
painted you under the moon—
velvet lust in red strokes,
silver etchings of tears


Z. Vyne said...

Here are some comments from the original blog post -

elisa said...
You should write this. Haunting.

April 23, 2008 5:59 PM
Zander said...

Thanks for the vote of confidence, and for reading, and taking the time to comment. It's nice to know my words are reaching people here.


April 24, 2008 9:45 AM
Djaevle said...
Words are tricky things, and in the right hands, clever creatures.

You're being read, Zander, and enjoyed.

April 27, 2008 8:47 PM
Zander said...

I love the way you put that. I've a feeling you know well the slippery nature of words. Perhaps I'll return the compliment one day.

Thank you...for reaching out.


April 28, 2008 11:24 AM
eve said...

This is just so beautiful.

February 17, 2009 7:07 PM
Z. Vyne said...
Thanks, eve. I don't venture into poetry often so knowing you read it, and liked it, gives me pleasure.

Thanks for reading with me,

February 19, 2009 7:18 PM

oatmeal girl said...

A gem.

"muse-shadowed" - I love that.

The stillness you mention somehow seems to hang there, gently, even through the passion of the second half.

It bears reading again and again.

Z. Vyne said...

miss girl,

You know I admire your poetry and think mine is terrible. Compliments from you are like blessings from a goddess. Thank you.


oatmeal girl said...

Mr. Vyne - No one could call this terrible and I am no goddess, but you deserved any blessings you felt you were given.

Z. Vyne said...

No one said arguing was allowed.