Light’s audacity continues to amaze me.
It stands still and stands for, senseless, mute,
immobile, resolute. Who could question passion’s
stills, desire’s shuttering, love’s stilling click?
Its baleful peer pierces moment’s shadow, exposes
my life within his spine’s juices, waves in his life
developing my fears and hopes. He envelops me
as I envelop him, deeps first, shallows last,
thermocline broken only at hunger’s fast subside.
I am in love with this girl who goes offering —
with this still life floating in troughs of tidepools spent.
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The Dark Room
random musings
the rain falls; light blue kisses between previously enamored friends. umbrellas dot the landscape, visual whores clamoring for their bread. an indistinct whisper reveals a hint of lips, painted, a touch of chin, rouged, a thin swallow of neck half-hidden in textile folds. banshees exit, tear back-popping exhaust through wet lights -- no sirens yet. bent tree, crumbling brown- green, shivers pattering pain onto damp walkway.
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