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Light
from an essay by Kwame Dawes:
“to be at home in a lace that is full of light”
and to be held in its grasp, caressed by light
to feel the tendrils, the wisps of light
wrapped around your chest, softly
slithering down your thighs, grasping
the tender parts of you, this lace
penetrating flesh, seeping into blood
the soft glow in your veins, the rhythmic
pumping of light from the heart, spreading
illumined corpuscles, erythrocytes, leukocytes
traveling toward the extremities, pooling
in the fingers, the toes, rising
to the top of your head, the tips of your hair
to be at home in this lace of light
this lace that is full of light
Nice lace to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.
Good work!
(rimshot!)
Thanks, Dan.
Lovely lace you’ve got there!
Lovely and mystical.
Wonderful poem. Thanks for writing it. Wish I could borrow your brilliance.
Thanks so much, Matt.