face on an evening vine

I wait for you like a lonely house.
                                 ~ Pablo Neruda


fingertip love eloped - your eyes
in fruit hues
      paraphrased:   crystal, dew, yawn

summer shadows crept wet
over the anjou        lips at hips

              sounded

sleep vibrations (for legs, slow,
     a sparing
 revue)          beneath celandine
    you and I on the linen of meteors
a thigh high bye

          and left-to-evening lie

fire my sleep again
         with roses on a red breast
    draw melted-down square moons
with your box of paints, slip

          towards
                  me   in

      a universe of hours



2007 by PJ Nights

Red Pear
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