A full cup has come to me, I cannot empty it. In your unsteady hands you ferry it, half a globe Full of suns that had run up to you mad as puppies. Full of liquid geraniums melted at your touch. 5 I drink and drink, but I cannot get drunk enough. My head reels. My feet tango on the ceiling. You have been looking at me a long time already. Already, between your strong legs, a spring has darkened. Lying with you, I am light as a moon-man, 10 My silver umbilical moves like a rumor through the stars. Tau Ceti seems so close, just over our shoulders. What will our children remember about us? Chance pulled us together with its rose lasso But who had held its long comet's tail? 15 Your eyes are a mischievous dower, your tears Soak my chest and leave no stain. I wipe not one away. Who is the guilty one when passion is strong enough to bruise, Too weak to blink? Am I too afraid of losing sight of you, The miraculous ghettos that hold souls in your hair, 20 The tinted resonance of your shadow, where it has fallen?
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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