Thursday, March 22, 2007

"Gable"

“Gable”

It is the perfume of your hands and the
Way you walk, deserving of all eyes to rummage
Across your possession—
Hands that can crush and cut through the wilderness
Of life’s denseness—

Do not bid me to dim my eyes behind my
Inevitable delight, my gaze must deign courage
If I am to cheat demise—
In your hands I would lend to weightlessness
And breathless—

Love has no claim upon my exclamation,
Adoration the syntax of my prolific verbiage
Bent by your shadow—
Do you not hear the life of me teetering at best
Like confession’s guest?

Guilty, guilty, guilty! No cross examination
Could uncover, reveal what I have unleashed
With one sweep of light—

Suddenly I am autumn’s gold blown pleasure
By your feet!

*Dedicated to my idol Clark Gable.

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