15 October 2013

New York Morning

by Bill Bailey (DHR)
©1996

quiet as deliveries in early dawn
subterranean thunder rolls
calling us to life again
soft dreams fading in
the fragrances of the bed
and light cascading in on our sleep

glowing as tower lights on hanging clouds
I feel You more than see You
closed eyes and breathings merge
and gentle angel wings enfold
as You pull yourself to my chest
I hold a man holding me

sharp as city spires
we open eyes and souls
each to the other’s body heat
bursting intensities of morning’s rush
upon us and through us
body and blood on which we feast

quiet as the empire city’s streets
we are a living fire in winter’s day break
falling in the night like snow on clean cotton
our love shatters with arrows
the shields which hold us down
and in the burning of our rest we soar