Leave me be
till sunrise,
till the birds
open in arias
and eye-spoken words,
the sun in our eyes,
and each other, all we see.
Embossed insignias
lay raised as Braille
upon these two souls
mingling as one, age-long,
evading the day's patrols
beneath the morning mist's veil
in sleeping bag cornucopias.
This moment--belong.
It is only this now.
All that we have.
Tomorrow is the attack,
gone the pre-dawn salve
as away upon the prow
of day dies the song.
Taken aback,
Preciously speechless,
in early morning light
we lay enthralled,
the mysterious night
trailing to a caress
striking an unknown lack.
Next morning, sprawled
in spaces too large
and somehow suffocating
for the sudden singularity,
the duality acquiescing
to freedom's surcharge
of souls recalled.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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