11.08.2018

all the ways we could get hurt

Embrace me so we imagine the hint

of our unhurried bones, the idea

of the beautiful flickering

in all the ways we could get hurt--

betrayed by the purity of light,

almost tender, the way a pianist

leans into the blistering keys,

staggering with rain, refusing to focus.

O my opulent marquee, my recipe

for shoes, bees, salt: stewed in a thimble.

Embrace me with candled crosses,

with the serious laughter

of symphonies, with the sadness

of harlequin hats. Embrace me

with the blowsy, minuet branches:

with the crumbling choreographies of chance--

[Sean Thomas Dougherty {1965- }, 'Embraceable You' from All You Ask for is Longing]

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