Monday, December 1, 2008
1.
you taught the bone-sparrow love
how then to feel its fragile neck crack
a thousand splinters etch a breath
& is cooled; a gentle swathing
2.
before reduced to erratic, the confines
of the palms in tremor
each time
you mention the warmth
of the sea spray on your thigh
your spine arched back to envelope the sun
I grow dizzy wonderment
in my gut, where you reside
here, there
all-encompassing
& warm
3.
I mistakenly place the rose bud
in a cup of brine & sweat & our secreted
lust
hoping it would grow, if just, if not
the thought of us wilts & withers
into the ocean's
temporal clutch
4.
& before us
a bird shall break into chorus
as if the last swallow of tune
would be enough to resurrect us
through dirge
the muted codas
of our beating hearts
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2 comments:
*speechless for once in his life*
No, no, no, I reckon you've been speechless before, Rob...just can't remember when!
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