Cutting Myself Loose in the Dead of Night
Naomi Tercero
There is it again,
Crawling
I’ve been instructed not to let it in.
I deserve this,
I think.
Keeping me company on quiet nights
Warm sheets,
Rocked into a sleep
far away from here.
We curl and intertwine
A smokey rich list of everything that could happen to a person:
Pale lace dresses and smiles of red sour wine
In the summer
Where the sun and the moon collide with one another softly
an inevitable energy is born here
Once and for all.
A strong flowing river stream and
laughing budding flowers.
My face to earth,
Cupped in delicate hands
if I wasn’t sick in my head
I could stay longer
where crop circles and mountains
and green lay.
Poetry – Cutting Myself Loose in the Dead of Night
Naomi Tercero
Naomi Tercero writes to remember, to imagine, and to make sense of what lingers. She is a student of Journalism and Media at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, where she explores poetry, creative nonfiction, short fiction, and journalism. Her work has been featured on KRUX radio’s blog and in many local community writing showcases.