Sleep

[ralex003]

Through a diaphanous gorge Is this part of a dream? The image is surreal, but how does it connect to the rest of the poem?
I slip upward into the fuzzy air,
floating in the direction of enticing whispers,
past a slipping silhouette of the
darkest persimmon red. I like this image of red as it seguays into a passionate, romantic moment.
I graze the stubbled cheek of a young man whom I secretly adored
thus plunging ecstasy by the smell of him Hmmmm I'm not so sure about "plunging" making sense in this context.
and I am slipping in this state of utter rest and tension
dreaming the harp,
I am the fifth string This is a beautiful idea. Please expand on it earlier on.