Book of Glances: Hue

Gardens growing - spring -
all things pixie dancing wild
and stripping bark to naked fillament:
things about to blossom.

Your eyelids in early morning opening
to dawn-cast sepia, every flower a dandelion,
each waterfront a lemon:
things soon fallen.

Oh love, the frenzy, the twist, flesh
disappearing upward, spiralling,
smeared under our eyes like painted tears:
things on fire.

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Posted June 14th, 2006 in main. Tagged: , .

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