Sunday, June 3, 2012

As A Sail Disappears


into the horizon where the burning coin sinks,
a soul beats against mine under the same covers as nights before.
Our bodies infest the cotton, but where are our voices?

Soft apples glow under the light, tough bones grazing.
Staring into your bright wells imprisoning dark, chilling winds, my heart opens anew.
Our laughter echoes along darkened walls inked with memories.

The nets are raised, choppy waters biting the loosely threaded ends.
Your winter storms—hard, slushy and wet—leave frost at my doorstep.
You are the breath in my chest, making it sink and rise, rise and sink.

The blue stars tremble in the vast black seas above,
as the sea breeze glides across my face like the flutter of wingless butterflies.
A blade
  slices,
 like a dancer, your words across the air.

Now the clocks of the world stop, as if frozen in a dream,
         floating.
The night has dropped below my feet and swallowed me whole.
Touch my soul, oh dearest one, won’t you touch my soul once more?

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