Saturday, June 25, 2011

Inflorescences

June nocturne
goes like this:

Warm indigo night
melts between us.

Your eyes are
sending warnings
to the edge of
the spoken world.

You happened in
me so briefly
and now I
feel nostalgic
for now-
with the darkness
in between us,
your heart happening
outside of me already.

The lioness
who lies beneath
the ginkgo tree-
whose eyes
are edged with
a warning:
a darkness
that sort of
tangoes between us,
and then lapses. 


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