Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Stain Glass Windows



Stain Glass Windows


You undress
as if you were opening
a chest full of jewels

the best thing
is your shine
little hues of a black cat

torsos broaden
on the white bed sheet

we do not do circus acts

something takes me
to your bitter butterflies
and I stay there

I clean wing to wing

the wind adheres
to this victory

I take off my clothes
give you the gesture
bestowed
on all fruits

we are not beast
we are stain-glass windows
and we let the light
pass through

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