Friday, November 4, 2011

PARANOIA IN THE HALF-MOON LIGHT


my shadow jumped out
from the corner

of the cemetery road
and it spooked me.

I laughed and fell
into a dream 
fearless
of love

fearless of the moon
and the half-moon light

sparkling 
in the wet black sand

dripping diffuse
warm and blue

teasing out love
pulling down the tide

sweeping me off

my feet 
until they
danced.

I gave my nakedness 
to her beauty.

I am that willing
I am that overwhelmed

no longer afraid
no longer paranoid

in the half-moon light.

1 comment:

  1. wind blown December street corners
    these clothes are on their 6th goddam quarter
    around the corner from downtown
    The Voice still echoes

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