Dreams Quote by Robert Creeley

““The Woman" I have never clearly given to you the associations you have for me, you with such divided presence my dream does not show you. I do not dream. I have compounded these sensations, the accumulation of the things left me by you. Always your tits, not breasts, but harsh sudden rises of impatient flesh on the chest--is it mine--which flower against the vagueness of the air you move in. You walk such a shortness of intent strides, your height is so low, in my hand I feel the weight of yours there, one over one of both, as you pivot upon me, the same weight grown as the hair, the second of your attributes, falls to cover us. We couple but lie against no surface, have lifted as you again grow small against myself, into the air. The air the third of the signs of you are known by: a quiet, a soughing silence, the winds lightly moved. Then your mouth, it opens not speaking, touches, wet, on me. Then I scream, I sing such as is given to me, roar- ing unheard, like stark sight sees itself inverted into dark turned. Onanistic. I feel around myself what you have left me with, wetness, pools of it, my skin drips.””

— Robert Creeley