Page One
The collection Naked in Cold Space, written in summer 2008. These poems have never been re-worked, but rather I’ve chosen to leave them exactly as I first wrote them in a small notebook, in various cafes and restaurants, in the first several months after my life as I knew it was destroyed.
Number One
What were my wrappings when I had them – star-threads, moonrays, and such things, and you. Beautiful robes my ugly soul wore, made of gentle-seeing eyes, of trust and patience, and that ineffable gold; the knowledge that you are the axis of love. So I was wrapped, so I was blessed, and I was moved to go on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Number Two You’re gone. My ugly soul is naked
like my name.
You’re gone. But we live in a rageless age, and if I rage for us, I will be ignored. We live in a passionless time, so that if I moan in the night for you, I will be prescribed. All the clothes of love are gone, and I live in a freezing starless space. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ website ~~~~~~~~~ Share ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ gone beside me ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ all photos, poems, graphics and text copyright 2011 by anne nakis, unless otherwise stated. all rights reserved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a href=”http://twitter.com/share” data-count=”none” data-via=”annegrace2″ data-related=”ziidjian:outre tweeting”>Tweet</a><script type=”text/javascript” src=” http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js”></script~~~~~~~~~~~
