Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Unadorned 06/16/00

For you I am unadorned
With nothing but lilacs and moonshine and song
I'm leaving old things in old fields
Finding a clearing in nothing but skin

I sit and the flowers brush lightly agin me
The lunar beams warm like the sun -
My throat muscles form around air as it leaves 0

In moonshine in lilac I sing

And I wait for you here as I warm by the moon
A cancer I thrash when it's full
The birds hush because they can hear your footfall
Though sole, I am not,as I sit

And you approach is like honey and lemon and dusk
Then a moon then a dawn when you came
And the air that I press from my chest has your musk
Makes the tall grass whisper and hum

To me, you are unadorned
With nothing but lilacs and starlight and tune
You're striding to everything now
Like the latest light dropped off the moon

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