Facing the Angel

we come to the orchard at night —

weaving steps under resting blooms

branches aligning with the dark

 

we lie naked,

hear nighthawks’

courtship dives

strange hums calling

 

Shadows upon shadows

our lips, our hands

every part of us

in shadows

 

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One thought on “Facing the Angel

  1. And, yes, shadows are only possible with at least a hint of light. So glad to see what time away has given rise to. Somehow that word you used in your comment on my blog — ‘connectivity’ — comes to mind in a deeper, more powerful way.

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