If This Isn't A Dream...I'm Really Flippin' Lost

A friend on mine, who also loves to read and write and post educational stuff about books and movies and everything, whose name is Victor (heehee...told you I'd post about you!), loves to post his own poetry. Well, I'm not as gifted to write my own poetry but he has gotten me into readin' some exotic poetry, so I've decided to post some.

“The Encounter” by Louise Glück

You came to the side of the bed

and sat staring at me.

Then you kissed me—I felt

hot wax on my forehead.

I wanted it to leave a mark:

that’s how I knew I loved you.

Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,

to have something in the end—

I drew the gown over my head;

a red flush covered my face and shoulders.

It will run its course, the course of fire,

setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes.

You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face

as though you had felt it also—

you must have known, then, how I wanted you.

We will always know that, you and I.

The proof will be my body.