Who are you this evening?
body first we took on the evening
like it were virgins on flay
we owe everything in praise
of moonlight
saying the gash of word
meaning it full in the sudden heat
of ephemeral light
once and always
at once your world became
a tiny cage for that little hummingbird heart
and you wafting
in the wind like a cloud
of farewell from the exhaust
of transitions
redefining you with intent stare
was searching for myself
from heavings of tired fusuma;
hefting out a mound of
equal parts divine and
sullied undisguised
yet only silence retained its poise
of mystery nothing
I could understand
a hand in
hand is nothing but the instant
merge and separation
and that the coming
out of words, a tabulation
of abject loves
simply you, a splitting image
of a thing refusing
to be held with one hand
on my face and the
other, fluttering away
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
Who are you this evening?
body first we took on the evening
like it were virgins on flay
we owe everything in praise
of moonlight
saying the gash of word
meaning it full in the sudden heat
of ephemeral light
once and always
at once your world became
a tiny cage for that little hummingbird heart
and you wafting
in the wind like a cloud
of farewell from the exhaust
of transitions
redefining you with intent stare
was searching for myself
from heavings of tired fusuma;
hefting out a mound of
equal parts divine and
sullied undisguised
yet only silence retained its poise
of mystery nothing
I could understand
a hand in
hand is nothing but the instant
merge and separation
and that the coming
out of words, a tabulation
of abject loves
simply you, a splitting image
of a thing refusing
to be held with one hand
on my face and the
other, fluttering away
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