Buried in Your ArmsA peace and a longing to hide
under your arms and run my face
on the warmth of your body.
A touch, a kiss, and a gentle song;
please get me to sleep.
The world is much too big and fast for
me to even try to keep up
with it;
as dark as when I close my eyes, but
it is still so cold there, so wide...
So unlike when you hold me,
heartbeat and smell and still,
deep into your skin,
so I can feel your soul,
singing your lullaby to me;
so I can fall asleep and dream.
Water Mirror
I touch reflection, water touches me
cool and calm and quiet
It cannot silence the screaming in my head
I look left and right, and
twist my head in circles
If I look hard enough and bleeding
I might just find myself,
not who I am
Author's Note
June 15, 1999: The first poem is dedicated to Kala, from Tarzan's (grown up) point of view. The second is really short and inspired from that scene when little Tarzan tries to cover himself with mud. I got interrupted by something as I wrote it, so I never finished it. Now I know I've flipped: writing poems about this movie! My academic major is writing, so I like to write poems, but this is weird, no?