Tactile sky, a child’s bedroom wall at night.
A blue star like a gas fire pilot light.
Wallpaper frieze, or drooping elm tree clusters?
Night-lacquered saraband of interlaced leaf lusters.
Presentiments of deluge, featured in
The walled sky’s membranous translucent skin;
A bleeding-through of humors, held the while
By nothing but the muscles of a smile;
Ready to burst, an eyeball fat with dew,
The ocular tumescence of a view
Galaxies-wide in compass, in whose girth
And argent perlustrations drowns the earth.
Night vault, in whose ideal rotundity
Thunder awakens, cloud your eyes, as we
Breath on a lens; your deafening vastness this
Will sweeten with the moisture of a kiss.
1/6/2012
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