Worlds Away

what the nomad brought home

Invisible Tattoo

Revealed along the journey of a vernal, crescent moon,
He displays the backwards/forwards evolution
That brought him to the great meridian
Of the bed where we repose.

Like twin suns twisting ’round each other as we blaze
Our trail through the cosmos,
He and I go spinning off the sparks that glow with what we’re made of.
A crimson heat to speak for me, expansive…
My counterpart, a fuzzy, compact ball of fire,
Burning white and blue
And charging East
From here within my arms…
I reignite
For just a fleeting, cosmic moment;

My lover draws the same celestial banner I once twirled like a ribbon
As I spun from star to star.

With a crook of his poet fingers and laughter in his eyes,
He teases out the threads that weave forever
In the space-time fabric that envelops us this night,
And his incandescent flicker whispers on my skin
The tales he carries written on his own.
Shining brighter in his brilliance,
I burst with wonder
At his Red Giant reverie.

When the universe was new,
I too
Got lost like this.

So I beam as I incline my head over my renegade companion,
And here with tongue and fingertips,
I trace my silent prayer upon his back:

May his dreams not burn out red!…

*  Just as a brief explanation, despite the fact that I haven’t been too active on here in about half a year, this poem woke me up at dawn, and I felt compelled to post it here today.  It’s an autobiographical metaphor about, on the most basic level, discovering an unexpected affinity with someone during a casual encounter and remembering forgotten aspects of yourself.

I hope to get back to WordPress within the next few weeks.  Still very busy with my doctoral program, but I’m looking forward to reading what you’ve been up to, and I promise to answer the questions and respond to the comments you’ve left in my LONG absence.  Miss you all, and hope that everyone is well!


May 22, 2010 - Posted by | Memories, Nostalgia, Poetry, Sex, Travel, Uncategorized, Woman | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. Wow. I love the way this was written. I really hope that you can get back to WordPress within the next weeks as you said. Keep it up, Laura!

    Comment by Midnight Soda | May 22, 2010 | Reply

    • Thank you so much! I never did get back to using WordPress frequently (haven’t been on here in YEARS), though this poem was far outside the realm of what I usually seemed to write anyway. I feel more like it was “given” to me than that I wrote it. However, I’m very happy to hear that you enjoyed the poem. Thank you so much for your kind words! Wishing you the best. 🙂

      Comment by 20yearsfromnow | February 14, 2014 | Reply

  2. May GOD Bless you!!! Mark

    Comment by markbyrd | May 22, 2010 | Reply

    • Thank you, Mark, and may God bless you too!

      Comment by 20yearsfromnow | February 14, 2014 | Reply

  3. Isn’t it a surprising treasure to wake up with a poem behind your eyes? This is so sensual & so lovely. I enjoyed it very much! Hope to see you writing more soon.

    Comment by zouxzoux | June 6, 2010 | Reply

    • ZouxZoux, thank you! I haven’t been on WordPress in years but hope that you’ve been well. Wishing you the best. 🙂

      Comment by 20yearsfromnow | February 14, 2014 | Reply

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