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Bluelighter
I.
The coloured lines
__converge to black
across her back,
yet maun disgrace
__the fingertips
__that kiss her face;
love-light's shadows
__interlaced.
II.
And my sweet shadow
__ comes to rest
against her breast,
her lips encrusted
__ to the tips
__ with dried tears of
lullabies, half-undressed.
The fresh death-mark
__ of Nero's kiss
__ (bright maroon);
And the moon (faithfully)
forgets to rise.
III.
She meets me
__ as the night progresses
around her tresses,
half-way through each
__ naked curl. The limpid sky
__ within her eyes
(which intersect
as she undresses) -
__ and forgets her
__ bodice laces
as she presses
her fingertips!
__ The moonlight's lips
__ kiss our faces
as the shadows
__ re-collect.
IV.
Should the moon
__ decline to climb
along her outstretched fingertips,
and linger there,
__ in pleasant places,
__ where the laces cross her spine;
(I'll unlace her bodice gently
and let her tears curl into mine.)
__ When she sits in her high places,
__ does the body re-align?
Do the shadows, recollected,
supernova & refract?
__ Does each finger then untrace
__ the predilected path assigned;
each coital act,
each sigh displaced;
__ each sin cast aside,
__ intact?
The coloured lines (that interlaced),
__ no longer shadows,
__ fade to black.
The coloured lines
__converge to black
across her back,
yet maun disgrace
__the fingertips
__that kiss her face;
love-light's shadows
__interlaced.
II.
And my sweet shadow
__ comes to rest
against her breast,
her lips encrusted
__ to the tips
__ with dried tears of
lullabies, half-undressed.
The fresh death-mark
__ of Nero's kiss
__ (bright maroon);
And the moon (faithfully)
forgets to rise.
III.
She meets me
__ as the night progresses
around her tresses,
half-way through each
__ naked curl. The limpid sky
__ within her eyes
(which intersect
as she undresses) -
__ and forgets her
__ bodice laces
as she presses
her fingertips!
__ The moonlight's lips
__ kiss our faces
as the shadows
__ re-collect.
IV.
Should the moon
__ decline to climb
along her outstretched fingertips,
and linger there,
__ in pleasant places,
__ where the laces cross her spine;
(I'll unlace her bodice gently
and let her tears curl into mine.)
__ When she sits in her high places,
__ does the body re-align?
Do the shadows, recollected,
supernova & refract?
__ Does each finger then untrace
__ the predilected path assigned;
each coital act,
each sigh displaced;
__ each sin cast aside,
__ intact?
The coloured lines (that interlaced),
__ no longer shadows,
__ fade to black.
