Thieving Love Plenitude of kisses, Pulp of peaches Weeping delight into the Cavernous silence of my beating wings I have bequeathed to you, Gossamer transparent monster Of my own desires, A trafficking in thorns Uncanny thief I steal in darkness To repay in kind Biting the hand of Rosy-fingered dawn Around my throat ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Sinking In, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |