Between sleep and waking. <br />Between self……………. <br /> <br />Unrest comes sweetly in the dusk <br />Of dreams, dressed in the musk <br />Of plangent desires, of pleasures unblessed <br />By either staring day or striving night, <br />Untrammelled, unconfined by what cannot be <br />In the blank realms of dank reality. <br /> <br />Haunting the shades of the brain, a paradox, <br />A dark guest, comes to greet me. A secret jest <br />At the expense of sun and moon, <br />A feral mockery, urbane, foxy, <br />Hides in those eyes. <br />A soft caress which teases, ‘Never’ <br />(But in this trance-time I imagine, ‘Soon’) <br />Loosens my thighs. <br /> <br />The tests <br />Of the world mean nothing here. <br />All that is day, bright and clear <br />Is banished from my breast. <br />All that is night, numb and sightless <br />Gone from my mind. I am unconfessed, <br />Undone, ungendered, all sins unredressed, <br />Absolved from the ugly blight of righteousness; <br />Never, while kind drowsiness <br />Permits, to fight meaningless, <br />Unnecessary battles. A light, dewy <br />Liminality divests <br />Me of all needs but one: a supple sinuous <br />Seeking, in this boundless space, a quest- <br />To be embraced and lost, unsought, unguessed.<br /><br />Richard Blanch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-liminal-fantasy-between/
