10.27.10 – 4.31

his subtle, unperceived movements
take me high above
the clouds and mountaintops –
drifting, suspended
on rays of sedated sunlight

his hand on the curve of my back burns
like the warmth of liquid kisses

10.01.10 – 4.10

concrete gleams brilliant white
at dawn’s first lucid break
as the sun takes its first peek
over the uneven line of rosy horizon

sunlit rays shrug and rustle off the greyed
and cloudy demeanor of previous night
as the moon recedes
into the brightening blue of day