stairs

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we took stairs
to the rust-glow sundown roof
and cigarette end of a crystal Age.
there, held close against summer's evening chill
i whisper your lost eternities--
it's all chipped-side, inside, every side cracked up,
our bunker-down answers empty, shrill--
rubbing afternoon sleep-caked eyes,
a weather-beat child coming to realize
your cheek is the best part of sunsets.
at Age's end the sun slinks down
fog-slow, a lover's gentle hands upon the sky,
groggy floor-strewn nap interrupted.
there is such death in making love;
so goes the world,
closing our clear-brilliant Age.
amidst brick chimneys four floors up
we watch our neighbors' turgid lives
cheek to cheek,
standing together at the end, love.
we stand together, each
deep-alone eternal moment
stair-dropped into the next
cheek to cheek.




July 2010