Last Light
Added 2017-06-14 05:23:24 +0000 UTCThere is something about
The warm light
That trims your jawline
At daybreak.
I long to be gilded in it,
That sleepy, satin ribbon.
It is a softness and safety
Along the hard, bristled edge
Of masculine distinction.
It is dangerous and inviting
To my tender skin.
Such as the curious, divine light
Showering a glimpse of dimension upon
The rocky features of tall summits,
Dimensions I could access
Were I brave enough to harness
Myself upon them.
Likewise, so flippantly
Do I waste my liberties
Upon your willing.
Draperies.
You are no great pretender.
Your light calls upon me.
But your sun has entered many seasons,
And you are two seasons beyond,
And your sun presently an hour too early,
And in one hemisphere above.
And it rises and sets in too short a span.
And I,
Am a child of the moon,
Belonging to water,
Antagonized by the wind,
And compelled by your fire.
Say what you will,
I can feel you recede into the night.
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Photo by R Yokomoto. Joshua Tree, CA. May, 2017.
This is unrefined poetry. I have not decided yet whether it is done or if I am going to add/edit. It was written for a lover. This image of me, in the golden hour, lying on very hot and abrasive ridges that give the deceptive illusion of being soft, made for a good visual metaphor for these words. Even my emotions regarding posing in Joshua Tree parallel with the emotions expressed in this writing. However, if I do publish these words outside of this forum, they will likely not be paired with this image.
