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Morning Spelunking & Only Today's Perfection
by Rae Weaver
(12/24/03)
Morning Spelunking
You swear sterling
crinkles
down there and in this early air
I dwindle from your sight into
a cave of hot spring humidity.
Stealing madder from the sky, I build
a cage, entry soft
against the portal where silver
sees shine.
Only Today's Perfection
Let it be long as the nattering of bees
a murmur that poaches time until
we are rosebelly rouged
pocketed by shadows. Let us share
correspondence between
ankles and hips between the skip stop
start of storm center clawing in
breath and skin. And at the end -- the swell
of migration the screen door slapping
against unsubtle girders let us be left
humming and mute as the sun.
©2003 by Rae Weaver
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Rae Weaver lives and writes in Virginia where she's tolerated by two cats, a fesnying of ferrets, and her family. Recent and forthcoming publications include: Gin Bender, Dead Mule, Erosha, and Divine Animal. Rae is a Pushcart Prize Nominee and Poetry Editor for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. Read more from Rae at her Web site.
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