You Have Gone

      You have gone, you have gone 
      And left only your shadow tarrying. 
      It is in all the penumbras of my kisses. 
      The scalloped darks of your locks 
5     Drag after the feet of children running in leaves. 
      The undersides of leaves cling to your memory. 
      Light undoes itself to touch you, remember you, 
      Your wildness like a reverse fire, searing lightlessness, 
      Whole continents of shadow and dark parlance. 
10    This talk between darknesses has entered me, 
      Entered me and blossomed, so now within me I have 
      The solemn spaces between the stars, 
      Your face under the rose shadow of tresses. 
      Your shadows, formless as freedom, numberlessly large. 
15    The birds, no matter how high, cannot rise away from them 
      And I do not want to, wildly electric, escaping my fingers 
      Like sea-foam turned suddenly to wine.

From the collection "The Rose Lasso"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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