Thursday, November 8, 2007

tracing paper

Her intercontinental kisses entangled in dark stars

hiding and hanging there on high

where gravity and lunar notions graze on verdant silk pastures

of slow dancing pale passing grey nimbus

she reclines there arched on the sleek backbone of night

reflected in his rusting hazel gaze

feeling the specter breeze passing through her hair

held back with a dark diamond clip

until the pale warm lace of dawn does break

and this...

this is the moment when her lost and blooming eyes

her slight sighs of morning air

serve to dominate him so completely

and keep the shadows at bay

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