by Meia Geddes
Today I saw my first published poem in VISIONS, at their release party! Here it is:
What if the world was a feather and we were lost on a piece of dirt?
Infinite landscape of bushes and rough-leaved trees.
What if my breasts could kiss the clouds?
Wet air clinging to warmth.
What if my tongue were to lick the dusty sweet surface of the moon?
Stars setting fire to my skin as the Milky Way wrapped me up with black softness.
What if a melody of light filled me with deep strokes of night sky?
Dimension becomes a synonym for displacement.
What if gravity melded me heavy to the raindrops so I became the sum of my falling?
A weighted speck of dust, lying on the landscape stretched out.