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Sunlight of the Wolf by James Printer Friendly

Sunlight of the Wolf


If the deep and swirling blue,

which I often like to imagine

gives its color to the night,

were to attempt

to scream itself

into a crimson hue…

-Such an irrational sky

is what surrounded us

then.


We had the humidity

of our youthful coastal south

pervading,

rubbing against us

like a thick inappropriate

blanket-

downy and stretched tight,

--losing ourselves in the uncomfortable

moist softness

of everything.


We were shining,

incandescence without reflection,

magnesium on water explosions,

brief rendering

of cameo cutouts

torn

cheatingly

from the sweltering void.


Like the opposite of paper dolls

we were,

lurid and slick

consuming the poignancy

of each other’s torturing dimensionality


It meant nothing.

--the air has always been hot and wet

there,

and we finally acquiesced.


The insects merely chirp loudly

as the water invades the wind.


Comments:
Entered By Ray From Austin
2009-04-06 22:00:04

I feel like I should add something insightful about this piece, but frankly, poetry is beyond me, so any attempt I made would be complete horseshit. And even if it wasn't poetry, I doubt I'd be able to add anything insightful. But I like the way you put words together.



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