INNERMOST BEING
where to put my eyes?
if everything i see is you.
gentle sketches on the page,
forms of a pair of mountain dwellers
snowed into a log cabin today
surrounding me with arms tomorrow
hover hold my shoulders, my middle back
on a red carpet
a golden texture on the air
remember the sharp espresso in the white mornings?
now it's hushed loud night in dallas,
and a trinity at the center of the frame.
gold and gold and cascading red.
Comments
Post a Comment