Gray crystals fill the sky
on this overcast afternoon
of thick liquid air and thunder
and I am on my knees again
thinking God dreamed you
only once, and I many more.
And in the absolute sincerity
of this perfect moment
I find inspiration
in the smoldering ember inside me,
in the quivering arrow I proudly wear,
in the unspeakable torture
of never kissing your iceberg lips,
in never knowing where your thighs may lead,
in guessing at the known unknown,
and hoping God has not yet finished
dreaming the future.
In the absolute sincerity
of this perfect moment
I kiss the dashed outline
of your hand and realize,
I have dreamed the future more.
DQ 4/27/06
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Just lovely, Keros, even with as much sorrow and longing as it brings forth.
"in the smoldering ember inside me,
in the quivering arrow I proudly wear,
in the unspeakable torture
of never kissing your iceberg lips,
in neve knowing where your thighs may lead,
in guessing at the known unknown..."
Just lovely.
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