the portrait of Vior L. Gray. te deum

by Luminita Suse

bare-foot on window ledge
with knees to chest
while coldness
weaves a nightgown
from shoulders to horizon
it snows with cryogenic
wool
white is all there is
and
when his sleepless temples
slump in my lap
blood flows a crimson tide
through half my heart
and a bird
wings back into my bones
as waters rise
under soles

I've always had flying handy
and his arms
arc

Published in New Stalgica Hymnal, Vol 1, No 2, 2009


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