A warm dim light,
a nova trying to burst out
from behind a dense gas cloud,
a candle with flickering light
in the first light of dawn
bring you to me-
a warm but fragile soul,
inviting me to study you
to capture, nurture, or cover
before you are reduced to smoke
like the fading darkness
after the sun's first glow,
before all the other bright lights
are reduced to a flat white
in a firmament of blue.
Your warm light on my skin
makes mine more desirable than it is.
I want your light
lingering across the length of my arms,
just beside the shadow
on my neck.
I am your hero,
your prince from a fairy tale book,
out here to protect
your flickering light,
to blow away the cloud
and reveal your glow,
retained its warmth
as I behold every color-
blue, yellow, orange-
from your flame.
There is something about your light
that ignites a fire in my eyes
shadow and light
competing
in a small space of a couch.
I don't mind being fused as one
in your light,
and together burn as one nova
until the fuel indicator
turns leftmost.
Let us, then, fade away
into infinite darkness
and allow ourselves to be re-born
as new stars,
breaking forth once more
from a nebula
that kept your warm light dim
and enclosed.
Resty Rivera
Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic,
nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
~Walt Whitman
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