Tuesday, February 12, 2013

December Lights


December Lights


Back then, under a cold
December sun, you’d arrived naked. 
I’d ask for permission
so you could to stay under
my shadow.

You’d close your eyes
and open your skin,

to walk me through brief appearances
of galaxies, infinite transit of heartbeats, death
strolling down our legs.

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