Cerebral Grandiosity by Nicole Terry the wind rushes through the leaves like a blood moon thrusting the sky into pieces of crimson flesh i at my window like a bloom coveting the lust of rubescence and dusky invisible pearls dropping to the earth in dew-lined frozen tears of passion i don’t feel but breathe in and out of every pore like a sustained ache the shadows of my soul ripple over the walls screaming and rising— a forest of frenzy emotions playing a madman’s game with time and reason i sit at the end of myself waiting for the rain that the moist bellows promise on the berth of their summer changelings no new wine to wash away the throb of this cerebral grandiosity so i turn my face to the pith of my pillow wishing for a dreamless sleep and a whisper of stillness over the din of my over-stimulated mind; envying the moon and the sky and the wind that never silences © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [return to Sensual Poetry] [other Poems]