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En Route Via the Heavens

by Lisa Marie Brodsky

En Route Via the Heavens

Shadow in front of the door –
Open up, I want to meet you.
Your shaking hand, quaking body
until, like a gypsy,
I take your hands in mine
and feel the real power.

In your hands I felt
a pulse, a song of rain
beating down on tin roofs,
of thunder shuddering our bodies
though we did not yet know
each other’s bodies,
the colossal beauty of it all.

It rained the first night I sprawled
luxuriously in bed with you, during
a movie we barely watched.
Sexy storm. Pleasant-tantrum
of the skies.

Night holds day’s secrets.
Quiet, sultry night, lips to ear,
warm cinnamon breath of a breeze.
We are night creatures lying beneath
each other, the beginning of this world.


Posted on 02/12/2008
Copyright © 2022 Lisa Marie Brodsky

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