Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Michigan Love Story
You are cold, I said,
But so beautiful that the darkness hovers near you with all of her stars--
Returning always, helpless with desire.
I am a rocky shore, you said.
Receive me, moon-drawn and rhythmic like a pulse--
I will turn your certainties to sand.
If I am a rocky shore, I said,
Then I offer you surrender smooth as an angel's thigh--
Marbled with devotion and hopelessness.
Come, you said, kiss me for the high,
A little less each time--
Until, finally, I close over you and take you into my blue, barely-beating depths
To be un-born,
As my lover.
for One Shot Wednesday