9 Brief Erotics
the way the light
drips translucent rain
pure as a pearl
your eyes seek me
*
the flower
opens in
such a way
I see my mind
and you are there
*
in a swirl of light
you come to me
and I ride
that light
until I willingly die
*
your beauty
water on
the shimmer
of roses after rain
*
my love for you
is scorch, is power
let’s burn ourselves
to the center of the sun
and come like fire
*
when you came
it was a song
from the mouth
of a bird
*
when you came
I saw the map
of my world
*
burst my skin
my lover
and let me die
incarnadine
*
we shoot silver
into our mouths
turn our metals
to gold
the crescent moon
crepuscular
our fluids bond
to purer stone
Robert Allen lives with his family in northern California, where he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks at birds.
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