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Open Poetry #41

As Night Dies

bel1e
Senior Member

since 2006-07-24

Posts 1631

0 posted 2007-08-21 07:40 AM

tell me again
you love me,

drawl the vowels, red lit
and receding, the secret
thresholds sprawl their tremors
over the haunch, descending
into my spine, you hold
all the currents of a river, at bay,

in pangs, as I lay on absence,
a lullaby, under the tides
of a white, frozen moon,
closing the wounds a quiver
in the inner equilibrium,

rippling, the brute bulk
of jaws, you cradle a keep
in the taupe arms of July,
I, all in butterscotch
swatches of soil, longing

for the fruit
of all this giving,
all in glass, amber
rasps against a lit emptiness,
and in the house

blooms, a hoaxer’s garden
of votive bouquets
and bridegrooms, taken
for granted in this scant
slant of light,

as I wait
as I wait,
as I wait,
in the swan arch of doorways,
dove white, the bow-legged certainty

of the body, burgeons,
its battered ecstasy, an agony
you heal with solely a kiss,
the clock slows, so far
from midnight, this

longing dovetails through the sandglass
in tantrums, racked all in black

a-gain, and again,
as night dies
on my lips.