.
Slowly
I awoke
To a summer’s night,
And
Found
That the day
Was gone.
I looked up
And the sky
Was filled
With a thousand
Stars.
Each
Spoke a jewel
As they coalesced
To reveal
Your face.
And so I reached up
And grabbed
Your brilliance,
Drank your truth.
But it was a lie.
It was the
Space between
That mattered.
It was what was
Not said
That defined you.
So I closed my eyes
And went back
To sleep
Where the day’s
Reflection
Filled me with want.
I celebrated
Your dance
Of life
And death,
And the trajectory
Of your action
Through the sinews
Of the hanging
Tapestry.
Hecatomb of desire,
Torn asunder
As you dart through
The branches
Of Yggdrasil.
Pure stream
Of conscious
Light filaments.
I look past
Your flesh
To the visage
Of your passion,
To the countenance
Of your actions.
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