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Firefly
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Archive-name: firefly
Little Firefly, a bookend to Idolatry
Love is downgraded to romance she said
but what is all the fun anyhow in your refinement?
You move me, that physical thing,
and how can you say that you are
oblivious to what a boy can see in his mother
or the curve of a callow neck,
hollowing into the shoulder?
Feel time shatter and shutter with her every step?
There is a love, you know, that is not love
nor shame
This starts at a shift, the first creak,
a barely perceptible sound that awakens
the quietest limb
I felt it spelunking (cav sp) dunking wet
like eyes lashing deep dirty brown and
inside wandering rocks fly deep and fountain
bends under lips both pliant and plying
After all I know what I want
to know see want I light what
I want to love like fireflies---
seek and thee shall find by night
the moving concealed gaze that carries across pillow
that simple affection
a first craze that never dulls
It is too late for growing love but
wait until the crescent of the day and
surprise me with what is in your hands
All morning light through metal shards
wakes up perfectly real vision, you
byron elbows
9 March 1993
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