Lost ballon—colored blue—
searching for the infant hand it lost,
descends from heaven
upon the path tired soles walk
in the darkness of night.
A bell from a distant tower
dissolves into song,
after a clear moment
discovered between lines
of an ancient paragraph.
The voice of a lover
—abducted by old thoughts—
heard again for the first time,
naked words, dressed in white,
unchained, over water purified.
Simple gifts, ours for the asking,
by a philanthropic deity
unconcerned with the value
we affix to things.
WHEN YOU WAKE ME
When you wake me, you wake me up to myself.
The innocence of your smile
caresses my eyes
and a tranquil hush remains with my skin,
you shake me and passion comes alive
in a subterranean mansion my soul erects.
Your touch transforms me into a being of light. I enter
through each of your pores, illuminating
buried beneath the core of your life.
I become a river, then, a torrent of sweat
that irrigates the sliver of earth
where we harvest life by the armful and
we grow old together
watching our children laugh and play.
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