Qamar
at times the moon shines so brightly I can barely stand to look at it
surreptitiously glaring down at me with those eyes
those eyes that leave me abstractedly ruminating over whether
or not
or whatever the case may be
my countenance betrays all hope of a feigned
temperance
can I have that quality?
Incandescent is the light that unshadows my smile so sardonically curving
through my swirls of smoky musings
thinking im so poetic, so artistic in the night
garish process of dark conceited nonverbalizations
while that auroral light
inadvertently uncovers the illicit ruction within my soul
tenaciously I fight
covering my weakened eyes
but the light, oh, resplendent light this
inevitable montage of enigmatic radiance you penetrate
murky and fathomless depths of inconsequential entrancement that
for all they seem are the pitch of all blackness riding my soul
somewhere
or nowhere
You, ever waxing more brilliant,
captivate my very essence with luminous splendor you scandalize me with
the stunning provocation of your unreasonable caress.
Copyright © Grace Baxter | Year Posted 2010
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