Art by Fumi Nakamura, who will be illustrating Francesca's latest Wood Nymph Seeks Centaur: A Mythological Dating Guide
dreamscape
by Francesca Lia Block     
in these hills there are many lights      
luminarias and bonfires      
christmas ornaments and candles      
scattered through the deep green dark      
as i clamber the steep sides       
the broken steps and chipped pathways      
you are always just a little ahead of me      
i can hear your band playing at the next party       
but when i get there you are gone      
just some stray people drinking beer around the koi pond      
dazzled by the shiny reflections      
they never seem to see me      
like a dreamer in a dream
   
my mouth is pomegranate     
i am wearing a pale blue silk corset       
thigh high fishnets      
fetish shoes      
that make it hard for me to walk      
all under the velvet cloak       
my hair spills dark around pale cheeks      
i am trying to look like the woman i imagine you see      
alone in your room at night      
while you dream your songs
   
i have left the warm and fragile arms     
of my college boyfriend      
the one who wrote the first poem about me      
the one i left for that lover anorexia      
and my father's cancer      
the one who married a japanese woman      
they brought their baby to my reading      
he must be a young man now, that child      
willowy with lotus blossom eyes      
and the only time i see his daddy      
is reflected in the dark pool of my dreams
   
i have left the little bungalow in the hills     
overlooking the jewel-like lights      
i feel my bound nakedness under my cloak      
corset bones girding my hips like your fingers      
as i stumble from one party to the next      
following the music       
thinking somehow you can bring me back to life      
wake me from this dream
   
but you can't     
even though the trees in my garden would dance for you      
even though when i tasted your mouth i became bloodthirsty      
like a maenad      
you're just wandering the hills of your dreams too      
and though you cannot save me      
still i am breathless with      
the beauty of all this      
it is all mine      
and soon with      
or without you      
soon i will      
awaken 
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Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again!      
WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading       
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2009       
WHERE: Your blog       
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day       
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.
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