Friday, December 10, 2010

December Lights

December Lights


Back then, under a cold
December sun
you’d arrived naked
as a rose.  I’d ask
for permission
so you could to stay under
my shadow.  
You’d close your eyes
and open your skin,
the perennial light of desire,
to walk me through
brief appearances
of galaxies, infinite transit
of heartbeats, as if death
was strolling
between our legs
and something rained
on my face.

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