your chest is a plate of words
eager, brimming with whitespace.
your hand an oil portrait
of a dove balancing,
removed from a dance as one image
wings turning under distilled sunlight
the first light for these spectacles, enamoring themselves with themselves
lit! Lit! for eternity in one light and twinkle and dawn!
after a night full of falling, a dusting of snow that will only know darkness
the syrup of freshbreath stirring their living arms
turning under a naked moon
with forever to wait
before the dawn.
Dharma lights blanketing this white desert
Shadow each other by daybreak
Author notes
written to a mountain,
can also be directed to a man
Written May 4th, 2006
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