In Place

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2011/02/26
In Place

This light moves like a ghost across your face
as though still tortured by what it can't see
you staring at. It doesn't have to be
distinct enough to make your last embrace
the one your next life targets, to retrace
each bright illusion of its memory
that overshadows what's still left of me
for you to fit into like it's your place

to fit into. To fit into that stare
of yours, some moonlight penetrates the night
the same way hope could penetrate despair
yet stands there getting hit. Turn out the light,
my love. There's still enough to make your hair
as dark a dream as lovers dare excite.

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