Wednesday, November 10, 2010

St. Leo the Great

I stood at the foot

of the bed and told you

how great I thought you were--

how your arms were like

great silver bridge beams,

your legs like spiraling turrets.

in your cheeks, there must

be something that mimics

the sun.

when I was finished,

the deer standing outside

our window turned to glass.

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