bu gece

Us lying in a slow dance.
Hips swing emblematic
in
swooning Queen.
Hands shake kissing
matching cheeks
like light askance.
Aubade’s assassin, I
ballistic,
quiver steady
of
eternal arrows,
slay kings and conquer
shining day.

Us a tide, hiding,
showing white
grins against eclectic rocks.
Heart-picked lovers wrought
in stuttered laughter
reaching,
returning,
eroding jutted polity,
erecting mountains.
Deep, deeply, I
sink
into caressing
swallows,
mocking sight of shining day.

Us a kiss, my god,
a kiss.
Undaunted son of faith, I
set
-tle prodigal in-
to horizon lips:
returning, ever
-turning
wide
as wide
as wide as your forever hips.
Affirming, yes,
the shining day
reveals night – this night, I pray.

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