A naked face of alabaster
Brazen at day’s end
In rosy blushing hue
Smiled sunward in a knowing gaze
Stretching all her stony height
To greet her solar lover.
Such is the silent ***********
Between eternal elements:
She, brought forth from fiery depths
Where birth’s great press
Makes stone awake and shine;
He, furnace father of all that grows,
Draws a blush long suppressed
Across miles of breathless sky
In recognition of a lover’s glance.
Thus the pair perform their evening dance
In a moment’s motionless silence.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
A naked face of alabaster
Brazen at day’s end
In rosy blushing hue
Smiled sunward in a knowing gaze
Stretching all her stony height
To greet her solar lover.
Such is the silent ***********
Between eternal elements:
She, brought forth from fiery depths
Where birth’s great press
Makes stone awake and shine;
He, furnace father of all that grows,
Draws a blush long suppressed
Across miles of breathless sky
In recognition of a lover’s glance.
Thus the pair perform their evening dance
In a moment’s motionless silence.
New York, 2004
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