Pearl Necklace
There is a small
Lake next to your
Neck. . . . Moonlight
Picks out your shoulder
Bones, a smooth shore.
After eating out,
Rouged by the Spanish
Wine, Meeka Udon
And the fleeting stars,
And the fleeting stars,
Your face was a pink
Moon . . . .
Kneeled beside
The quiet playground,
I put the pearl necklace
Around your neck.
Unchurched, breathless,
We swam together
In the thick night
Air . . . . If
There's a measurement
for love, for this light
And their round
Warmth of liquid fire,
It has to be found
In our fearless
Songs at the bottom
Of the night.
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