when you pick up speed and fill me
with clouds, suddenly the sky
is mine.
there’s a dark window in your eyes
through which my face disappears:
dove, dove, dove, tame dove,
wild dove blindly cooing
something between
afrikaans and high german. your mouth
opens around me: you’re a white planet
of flesh barking at the stars,
true full moon style.
clearly,
we are not precise. these bodies
carry marks of close shaves
and survival – narrower in places,
wider elsewhere.
we are firm-free. I keep hearing
a rumble of poems in your wrists, imagine
there are feathers growing
from my arms. regularly
we act out death, always till the last
word, the last blurring of language
in your throat and mine. our love
lies scattered in many rooms
but our shoes always point
towards the bed
and our sighing, our sighing,
rises to one height.
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Adding your comment:
indeed, your beauty does shine through!!!! 
Gorgeousness doesn't even come close, my dear Friend. Brilliant doesn't do you justice, either. Good luck in Trina's contest, Sweetie. Roses for the Lady. Brava!!! 
