Blushed Blushed with dawn's skin, blooded cold, I watched Earth's star drawn to her face, cloud-tressed coquette alluring bold his fusion fire-gaze heat from space. He bathes her form with kindling grace, though she has turned her cheek away, and shy, a lash of fir tips trace chart lines against the china day. What words will these old lovers say, while they conceive the morning's light, the murmur of their ancient play twined out and in until the night. Her oceans fill with frothy life as Sunlight smiles upon his Wife. |
(Honorable mention, New Millenium Writings competition, Winter 2008-9)
Revised 26 June 2009.