II.
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WHAT YOU DO WITH THE LIGHT
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You bend the light, you melt it down.
You house it in your eyes,
then you shoot it into me.
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The moon comes up
and it is a silver fire burning.
I want to kiss the delicate flesh
you wear, stretched tightly
across your bones. We are corporeal
and on fire, we eat into one another
like harmless acid.
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Every source of light adores you,
every sun, every moon, every star,
and I am drunk
on the wine of your beauty.
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I reach out to touch you
and you bless my hands
with the way you accept them,
the way you move beneath them.
We begin to make love;
slowly we become
estuaries of pleasure,
rivers of light.
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