Poetry of Issue #8        Page 33

My New Home

I awoke in a thickest night
laden with restless dreams
swimming in the rains of darkness.

Flesh upon satin my soul burnt
naked to the core seeking another home
I may have wiggled as once in the womb.

Discerning the fibers in burgundy ooze
I closed my eyes to plunge into a future
as so many dawns before to a fresh skin.

Near the alcove a memory lay
defunct on the undertaker’s icy tile
what I had been but hours before.

Snug inside the silk of my cocoon
every pore came alive with as many sighs
to deepest sleep I surrendered this life.