interim sun
Today
you were copper.
You were not the
last few seconds of rain
that fall
from
sponge-soaked limbs.
You were copper and
polished and slipping
through
the shapes of me, attaching
legs to my
paper-doll shadows
until
they could stand up
alone. Marcasite, its
silver facets, platinum.
You were lens flares
and warm humid nights of
heat lightning; 300
watts
of strobe light in an
infinite blue of oceans
full throttle to
my
counterglow. Today,
I felt your copper sun
break through the
summer sleep of sky,
the silence of
my sun-light eyes.
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Mia Moore
"Lovely, lovely juxtaposition of words and image. " —Kirk
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