The Lover and Beloved are one and the same.
In The Updraft
If I were to place
my hands on you they would glide
like a hawk in air
high above the plain,
feeling the warmth and the lay
of things, the rose glow
within, the rustling
presence of all the others
beneath your live skin.
May 8, 2010 9:58 AM
what do I say my friend...this now is one of my more favorites
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ReplyDeleteI was just joking around with KJ about her two halves, to which she replied more like four parts...or more! We are all so many selves vying for purchase in one short life. Great poem Christopher!
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