A stirring raises the grass
This light your golden hair
A wide blue lake your laugh
Sun upon your pink skin
A symphony of beckoning
Green stems raise and sway
Through gaps in mottled stone
Your hand begs me to stay
To wrap you in brittle bone
Moonlight under you eyelids
Asking what night delivered
Birdsong bristles electric
Trumpeting a cycle repeating
You roll, stretch, accepting
Tail end of dreams receding
Detritus reminds you of things
Which is why disorder clings
So your weak eyes meet the week
Embalmed by clear imbibing skies
My love a whisper on your neck
Against your cheek and thighs
For this crisp dawn will bring
An embrace meaning everything
© shaun patrick green 2011
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