the infinite
in your embrace
two hours
back in December.
your lips - soft petals of roses
and I, a butterfly
wondering - how come the sun
could fit so well
into those little drops of dew,
- if only I knew
the thoughts behind these eyes! -
and just like magic -
your hands revealed
ribbons in my hair
and with a sign
stopped the time
two hours' sleigh-ride
- frozen -
down in the street today
God was a DJ
spinning his records
up in the cherry-tree;
I listened, and then smiled
as I departed, at the thought of you,
and suddenly knew
that if he sucked the air,
the entire atmosphere,
I'd go on breathing
for hours, and hours.. and hours...
forever, the air you breathed into me
that night in December -
when I was small
and held the infinite
in your embrace.
D.J., 06/04/2005