becoming light

Adam's eyes move towards the sun,
I move towards his eyes--
in sun;

 

the dance: 
slim arms playing shadows
and stealing hugs
from worn out copies
of our favourite books;
stealing kisses from
our Juliets

 

glance at him, sweet Adam,
who is melting now
and dance
with me as I shift into
atomic skin

 

for the sun to let me ride
the sky and scoop his
eyes into my hands,
and tenderly, so dearly,
become his light.

Reviews

[Matthew Ervin]

just plain lovely