Ah, They Are Here
Ah, they are here, un-still
and un-relentless. They kept
whirling and glowing, with great
lushness and rhythm, offering
aroma of strange time—
into the pellucid metamorphic rock of my head,
among the fictitious thin threads
of life. Hmm, they wear
no clothes, at all, yet their sultry eyes
were cornflower blue! Taper flames dance
with my heart; my starwars stained,
darken. Oh, I should,
yes, I should perceive of
how I will be slumbering with them
when love comes in the night that never complains
…and not where these thoughts will be etched!
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