Electric Ladyland in My Head as I Lay in Bed
If Hindu goddesses were here to share this morning with me–
The bed was bejeweled with roses and marigolds?
Can a man understand a woman’s heart
If he listens to her the way he plays
A Rickenbacker twelve string?
The answer is in experience.
Am I experienced?
The patterns of my closed eyes
Take me inside the Peacock Room
Where walls are gold and teal
And I can lay my body out on velvet.
A lover is more than physical and emotional intimacy
It is making love to the collective unconscious we
Discover in each other,
It is understanding that a lover is beautiful
Because of the experiences had with past loves
And those loves are a gift because they make
The lover who they are.
We are all a part of the mandala
We are all mixed into the color wheel of the universe
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Heather Ann Schmidt received her MFA from National University and has taught writing for a number of higher learning institutions. A fine singer and visual artist, she also edits the tinfoildresses poetry journal and is the founding editor of Recycled Karma Press. Her books include Red Hibiscus (Crisis Chronicles 2013), Batik (NightBallet, 2012), Transient Angels (Crisis Chronicles 2011), On Recalling Life Through the Eye of the Needle (Village Green, 2011), Channeling Isadora Duncan (Gold Wake, 2009) and The Bat’s Love Song: American Haiku (Crisis Chronicles, 2009).
What would it be like in my room