Astral Aglow

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The Art Of Sight

Light flutters from loosely hung blinds

 

Unworking to blind

 

With unearthly sun

 

Slither steaming upon skin

 

Bathing it in hot sunrisen skyline

 

Lighting a thousand fires

 

Across my naked flesh

 

My eyes shot with bright

 

And you

 

Lying there astral aglow 

 

Bringing spring

 

To my wintered soul

 
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Revisiting again, I must say

Revisiting again, I must say the whole poem, and not just the last two lines, is brilliant; but the last two lines conclude it with a powerful metaphor.  Excellent poem!


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Those last two lines are

Those last two lines are brilliant!


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