Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Penumbral Ride





They venture only into inward dusk –
the anteroom to certain schemes of sleep;
November is their favorite month
to play androgynously with your dreams –

to beckon you beyond and in and down
into the deep wherein your body still
remembers everything: the severed thing –
the sweet distress of an illicit sexual abandon

which resides, abandoned, powerful, inside.
You will descend into, and then ascend
from, this penumbral ride – hours before
the morning breaks. You’ll stay awake.









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