Sunset clouds in awakened eyes. Mysterious. The day takes on what the night has dropped, Everyday, as if it were only natural To sink the things of darkness in so much light. 5 Before me's the luminous landscape of your back, turned To its solemn and human warmth, like a sky. I leap up to the lightness. I am trying to draw for you an archaic theater, Old stones rolling to an ocean voice, cracked lines, 10 But all I have so far are these inapt words. The severe doric columns go under your eyelids, heavily. Outside, March. Its universal brightness invades All of my senses as I touch you, seeding brightness; The devouring waters rush and whiten, so light, 15 Trying to become the wind no one can see. Speaking, ceasing, speaking. The light goes on inspiring Tragic antlers in their brown clashes. I look, Again, at you, lying there heavily as a good watermelon, Trying my waters, leaping, leaping, loving you.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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