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the night I met you was the night of emergence
and when I awoke at dawn you were beside me trembling,
trembling at the tired spectacular:
the blessed universal
trembling at the blithe parodic
of our sacred accidental
trembling at the sole lachrymose word,
the gentle aubade of this beautiful cycle,
trembling with the earth, your own green firmament,
consciousness an angelic hypnosis: what a show
.
in springtime and in fear of death
you were beside me trembling at being essential
and I could barely contain my laughter
and when I awoke at dawn you were beside me trembling,
trembling at the tired spectacular:
the blessed universal
trembling at the blithe parodic
of our sacred accidental
trembling at the sole lachrymose word,
the gentle aubade of this beautiful cycle,
trembling with the earth, your own green firmament,
consciousness an angelic hypnosis: what a show
.
in springtime and in fear of death
you were beside me trembling at being essential
and I could barely contain my laughter
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parentheses
i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
Literature
Inconsequential
Such an irony, to be so close to you,
so accidentally intimate. So sad those costumes
we had borrowed, disguises for those who
otherwise might have recognised our shades.
If only the moment had supported
the depths of our hidden agenda, if only
our potentiality had exploded around us.
As I departed you proffered your hand,
I felt your transcendent smile. You
turned your back, for your next assignment
was closing in on you. I walked away
as the door was closing behind me.
Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
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Wow. This is truly beautiful