AFTERNOON
Following Rimbaud’s “Aube”
Noon light
seized by summer hours and
the flat spread of ocean,
a blond strip
between
far pavement and turgid
water,
light-lost in the earth’s roll.
Sea saturates
the air through which she runs – cities are
mere mirages – and white cotton
streams across limbs
clings to shoulders and belted waist.
Heat levers darkness
from the mind’s folds –
glitter
foam
our footsteps dissolve beneath thin
and glassy rags of sea.
•
This is no hallucination
but rather the shiver of abandon, severing as it
seesaws from side to side –
first you, then me.
•
Noon is a sky-blue backdrop,
cerulean: the sea
the heat
light
Water falls,
and each perfects.
Following our gods, we cede the earth
to endless summer
Following Rimbaud’s “Aube”
Noon light
seized by summer hours and
the flat spread of ocean,
a blond strip
between
far pavement and turgid
water,
light-lost in the earth’s roll.
Sea saturates
the air through which she runs – cities are
mere mirages – and white cotton
streams across limbs
clings to shoulders and belted waist.
Heat levers darkness
from the mind’s folds –
glitter
foam
our footsteps dissolve beneath thin
and glassy rags of sea.
•
This is no hallucination
but rather the shiver of abandon, severing as it
seesaws from side to side –
first you, then me.
•
Noon is a sky-blue backdrop,
cerulean: the sea
the heat
light
Water falls,
and each perfects.
Following our gods, we cede the earth
to endless summer