Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Summer Light

Light diffuses
Through cloth shade;
Extends its way
To strengthen day.

Light dances on
Partially bare shoulder,
Partially concealed
By white cotton thinness.

Light moves
Across soft skin,
Arches roundness,
Stings my eyes.

Light filters, slices through
Particles of dust,
Touches smoothness,
Slips round, pours round,
Flows round toward completion,
Disappearing into folds
Of the smells of morning sleep.

Light fractures
By a single touch
To softness bathed,
Softness cleansed
By light.


L.L. Barkat said...

I liked the light dancing on her shoulder (hers?) and the white cotton thinness.

And it is good to hear you speaking in poetry, new words, new voice...

nAncY said...

i really like waking up to soft summer light.

you words bring in a hint of all the little things about the time that we make our way out of sleep, like coming alive again.