Sunday, January 25, 2009

Sin

He said my eyes looked sad

He lifted my face gently
Held my face in his eyes
So I could hear the smile in his sockets
The words in his smile-

And the sun leaked through a hole in the roof-
Burnt like red gold
So our bodies blazed like flames in the attic
Our shadows melted like butter

And my breath he held in his own's,
Sealed my eyes with kisses
Then seasons swayed in my heart,
A storm, a rain, an ocean
A hymn that filled the world.

Drunk in a mildness older than dawns
A wildness older than nights
In the tricks of wispy half-lights
And cloudy half-asleepness

He said he could set me free.