14 February 2011

Love Poem #5

Love Poem #5

the city was tired and you –
            you were already god

so you made yourself omniscient and left –

I placed myself on the harp strings of dawn
and watched for the first signs of the horses
lashed to the chariot of fire

the beach was again empty –
            the bones of gulls lay marbleized in my mind

behind me the streets settled into their places
every building put down its legs and turned
off their feet

water mucked the sand with foam –
            I imagined a darkness that could envelope this

reached into that bag of tricks that you
absently called obsession and brought forth
a bathing pink daylight

I pluck the chords until the sky erupts –
            peach branded ejaculates

the sun rises full as an orange and evaporates night –

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