THREE GRACES

SEAN D. YOUNG

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 Hold on to the glittering eyes

 

Hold on to the

glittering eyes

those

wine-dark opals

shimmering

in blue porcelain

of moon blush

 

stella maris

so near to me

reaching whirling

the dervish body

fleshed rose

in your nearness

 

whirl in divine air

the dark hair

wings down on chest

cathedral of

hands clenched

palms pressed

caress linger

fingers to mouth

erupts the kiss

 

the holy work begins

 

COME

be-come one

come on be one

come down

be loved beloved

 

yes

good morning

good yes

birds converge

bloom in blue sky

sunning blossomed

trees

the bells the bells

a sweet omen

ordains

the eternal return

unfolding chiming

dawn

of secret smiles

 

your eyes opening

 

 

the holy work begins

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by Sean D. Young 4/10/96

syoung@dsw.com

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