Living Night

Living Night

Exposing the magic

it dissipates in the sun

A white vampire of darkness

it dissolves in the light

even though that is what it shines night

Why worship only the light

when after all

it follows the night

Intensity

uninhibition

all wake in black

Shadows speak

and freedom dawns

when the sun turns off its light

Why fear that which releases you

Why sleep when you can live in the desire

that is only fed by onyx brightness

Why bring light

when the darkness glows so bright

December 20, 1992   

Tressa Lee Breen

The Wound

The Wound

Blending in the open sores

of my once so porous memory

is the crude of an unfinished relationship

Stirring in the puss

squeamish yellow and rank

is the finale with no ending

Brittle film over the wound

is just picked away

falling to the ground in an already decomposing mass

There can be no scar

where there is no closure

and there can be no healing

where there is only

infection

December 13, 1992

Tressa Lee Breen

The Tree

The Tree

The trunk of you

bark soft as fur

but with the strength of

wood

moves between my thighs

I climb to your

heights

wrapping my limbs

around yours

My grip is strong

for I have never

been easy with this

position

my feet so far

off the ground

Yet your leaves entice

me to rise

higher

brushing against me

like a whisper

compelling

how high

I am dizzy

but you are still

a sturdy nature’s

pole

with only the

rustle of leaves

screaming

the ecstasy of the

climbed

December 12, 1992   

Tressa Lee Breen