A Place To Drop It
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Daniel Brick
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Every time
I pick up desire
right away I'm on the
lookout for a place
to drop it, gently,
unobtrusively. It never
occurs to me
when I'm cradling desire
against my heart
with my left hand
that next time
my right hand should let it
languish in whatever
corner, bright or dark,
I sense its presence.
Clothes are the next issue.
Ever since Eden, the mere fact
of clothes covers our nakedness.
Expensive designs found
in boutiques, or discards
at Good Will, it matters
not to one clothed
in desire. Our frail grasp
of anything made of flesh
occurs mostly at night,
when our guard is down.
The closeness of bodies
is a light that brings
only warmth to these
dark uncoverings...
After skylark dawn
pierces the cold air,
the high soprano of
the happiest angels reveals
where I should drop sweet desire.
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