You rise from bed
You rise from bed like
an island from the waves.
Your hair blows like palms
and the whole of you is capped
by clouds, and stars I cannot see. I
journey on the dunes of you
until a halt, when drink makes
your body rise and fall. I welcome
storms and a clutching
to the breadth of you. I take
hold and rest my face,
listening to the quickened
air. I touch the rain
upon your cheek. I whisper
that we are safe, and
the heart of me shall never
leave; the storm quiets
as we watch the night
blanket and hide us
on the sea.
Charles Bane Jr
October 10, 2010
Charles Bane Jr
Lovers With Red Sun (1960) by Marc Chagall
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