A greeting at the doormat by Karen MichelleThe slide of metal
in its tracks, moving
glass from the containment
of a nightly hearth
and homelife, opening
on nocturnal assault -
an embellishment of autumn
dancing on the fingertips
of heaven's seasonal spontaneity.
Icy tentacles of June
stretch and extend
prematurely, caressing
and rippling over warm flesh
- a tremor of winter
materialising on the body
of lazy summer in
goosebumps and shivers.
I wish for a blanket,
in the form of your body
wrapped around these shoulders
- we'd lay entwined
on frosted grass, staring up
at a night sky dripping with diamonds,
catching falling satellites
on the tips of our tongues.
04/26/2004 Posted on 04/26/2004 Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
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