Ferry Crossing

Everything I’m meant to feel
is lovely the sweat

that glistens like fog off the edge
of the boat the island

you’re on whenever you make love
no matter where you’re making love

that travels with you

there are feelings i would like
the insides of

like death and certain women
that i can’t reach

for instance there is the feeling
that i should be pulled

and pulled again between the
slightly parted mouths

of anxious ferry women
who stay buckled in their cars

but i will only ever be coming in
and leaving myself truly

and making way too much of all this.

9 comments

  1. Jeremy Nathan Marks

    there are feelings i would like
    the insides of

    like death and certain women
    that i can’t reach

    for instance there is the feeling
    that i should be pulled

    and pulled again between the
    slightly parted mouths

    I love this. You have really captured something here. . . feelings we have but are also outside of. I instantly felt this, not just from memory, but from an awareness that the feeling persists and is persistent.

  2. Jeremy Nathan Marks

    Hi Britt, I nominated you for the Silver Quill Blogger Award. I really enjoy your poetry a great deal and wanted to draw others attention to it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s