whisper in the sunlight
Half-submerged in butterflies and bees.
Intimations run like rutted scars,
Remembrances of wounds beneath delight
Thick with summer bloom like rainbow seas.
Yet night brings on a wild rage of
For what is this
ejaculate of light?
In pain and wonder, awe and agony,
Viewing silent, distant ecstasies,
Estranged from love by strong, protective bars.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.