Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Gifts
It was Jupiter's eye
that pierced you, finally
that blue spark,
with a strand of pale moon
pinned in the sky
like the last defiant ice
in a melting sea
and I lay down unseen
watching your heart
drink in
this blue-white fire, a splinter of gold,
the blazing hush of night sky
gifts
to break you open
I know how long to wait
before I brush an orange cloud
against your throat
and touch you with
the rush of seagulls' black-tipped wings
you sigh,
"nothing could ever be so beautiful"
and you are saying this, to me only
as I turn the sun loose for you
in the fierce wild light of January
igniting the frost
and you cry out
"nothing could ever be so beautiful"
as you look down, dazzled
by the crystalline grace
of a frozen spot of spit
under your feet
a gem
for love's eyes only
that pierced you, finally
that blue spark,
with a strand of pale moon
pinned in the sky
like the last defiant ice
in a melting sea
and I lay down unseen
watching your heart
drink in
this blue-white fire, a splinter of gold,
the blazing hush of night sky
gifts
to break you open
I know how long to wait
before I brush an orange cloud
against your throat
and touch you with
the rush of seagulls' black-tipped wings
you sigh,
"nothing could ever be so beautiful"
and you are saying this, to me only
as I turn the sun loose for you
in the fierce wild light of January
igniting the frost
and you cry out
"nothing could ever be so beautiful"
as you look down, dazzled
by the crystalline grace
of a frozen spot of spit
under your feet
a gem
for love's eyes only