September 14, 2011

• Poem from this morning

  Light

  The slate sky has blanketed
  his shoulders, sunk into the crags
  until he rests his chin on my head,
  allows arms to encircle my waist
  and I gratefully accept this easy burden

  My face tips back to nip his fruit
  the lavender apple of early winter
  beaming color into December
  with a crease of lip and teeth.

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