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at three and one time only you've such a slender wrist dawn i can brace it enclose it encircle it my thumb opposes its fingers and meets them see, middle ring index even the little one. you've such a mauvemelt voice dawn i can stir it recall it imagine it or furrow it into a sunlakegleam with a quip or a pun. you've such a shiny gown of black dawn i can lift it let go of it twist it or tuck it behind your bonsai ear sweep across its curtain, my hand a key of geese against your rising sun. not quite the northbound key, maybe for your eastborn secrets dawn but i do talk dusklakeloud and i do handsomely show against you. you've such an erotic arch dawn like the one in st. louis i went to see at three and one time only. to enter you to cross the sacred line of you to make that special find of you or hang around you watch you race in soft reflections suffuse me, run your course through me in turn to warm you smoothen you cherish you obey all physical laws with you while stirring you with that special gift of unjaded fingers to so accompany the stars whose sound-off we await some 19 years on average stars who measure our time heedlessly boiling off their hot coronas like there's no tomorrow. the stars are astride abright even in the lightstained skies singing mightily if off-key (doppler shift) heard only faintly in st. louis at three, somewhat crisper in santa fe at two. nonetheless these sunken drunken stars potluck their choicest stories for our dim sung dinners b.y.o.ing light as always glistening, glowing, gliding blackbodies cascading like pointilistic water, smoothening the bone within you smoothening the bone within st. louis our ornery mothers, these stars, steady and explosive corrosive stars crosseyed under our checkered flags like the surly bulls at the floodlit mesquite rodeos the checker waves them in with stationary tiles in standing waves of liquid artificial life they file in under no protest like cattle unwavering in their staunch mute opposition. embarrassed by our stars' stubborn drinking we look the other way, referring to their fiery belching as twinkling. given such brouhaha, how am i to petition these stars for a discrete dispensation from gentle protocol and a special spicy permission to befriend your stationary pores all of them without limitations and exclusions a heartrending heartpounding admission. what sweet ache it would be to cross underneath your arch, maybe -- stars permitting to enter you, yes -- stars twinkling to cross your sacred line, perhaps -- stars flying with my own. arrest that thought. perish its consequences. there is a wonderful reason for the protocol to hold. it's a green day where i write from i breathe in the smell of morning roses and afternoon lumber though she's not here to remind me i stand so reminded on my wobbly own. you're such a star, marek... oh dawn i did inhale you exhale you eclipse you in a christening hug i did not write these inflammatory words to mock. this is not enough of a communion for us two i know. one of these days one of these... like canadian geese only slightly off course we shall go, take the hajj to st. louis at three and one time only to court and spark the bone within st. louis with our shared birthday thirteen years slender no match for any cosmic wristhold and for a moment of peace and infinity of commitment glimpsed forever thataway though here unknown in this space beneath the bone we shall glimpse for a moment of good for unbordered yet bounded love (says stephen hawking) for euphoric ether in volume sold to educational institutions at a discount for once that instant for ever and ever and ever (okay, okay -- for 19 raised to the 31st power) and there we will be told by the steering committee and we will believe them welcome home and we will properly welcome our home. Marek Lugowski Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks |