light diffuses through jasper walls,
curves and colors, the red threads
of wind-carved picture sandstones

your lips tug at wings of twilight butterflies,
draw me down into the crimson coursings
of my body

��������������������the leaves have finally bronzed
�����������������������������������and I live this again

I fly above canyons stained
with the leeching of earth�s blood -
fall deep into Redwall remains of the sea,
forget language among ancient corals
and trilobites

������������why did it surprise me that your hair
���������������������������was soft and fine as a baby�s?

you want to lose yourself, cradled
between my thighs - to muse,
stand before such eternities with open mouth
yet I'll find myself

�����������a twist of semantics, neither so different

in the collapse upon my center, a once dim ego
burns white-hot amidst cast-off cloaks of dust
and I see with such clarity through diamonds
strung together by lashes -

�����������������������������������rubescent leaves so far
��������������������from your eyes are but a cold echo

yet even in remembering,
�����������������������������������
������������������������this spill of words once more


� 2002 by PJ Nights
Previously published in ERWA