Solarium
Posted in Love, Poetry & Prose on Jul 17th, 2008 No Comments »
What ease, to snuff the light from the woman’s eyes, to tarnish the gleam on her lowered lash, to dull the glow on her shoulder and pull the shine from each of a million burnt-bark strands.
To break the bow of her lips, white-wash the heat from her cheeks and leave her flesh as cold as old wax.
To bind her ribs, her hips, her calves, to fell the arch of her foot and level the curve of every ivory finger.
How ardently you love the girl, how lovely she is all rooted and reaching to you as you alone are the sustaining sun.
