by John Grey
House is brought
to attention by the sun,
by how much I love you
and how happy I am
and how strong is this milieu
and how the world
operates outside of
how we are to each other
I gather the inference,
whisper,
if you only knew
eyes staring, your body
like Samoan isles at dawn
promise never to go there
without love,
or sunrise across the house
and warbling bird song
as room of the shade
is pressed into the bright song
and sparkling notes
stepping out
unconcerned for who might sing them
submit to me
of all people,
suddenly, in
the surprise of light
as you complete the point
under fresh sky
out from the eyelids
unfettered beauty,
unknown voluptuous secrets,
an utterly fresh take on melody…
my feeling’s nakedness
gets in the nerves
like waving fronds
and always this breeze here
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