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Mountains |
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Always mountains
as arcs of hardened cloud, as a voice in
the noises in the rocks and flutter loose the
shadow through the supple air. Even in peaks
there is movement: too slow, too swift for
sight in the dark mirror hanging there,
always there before my eyes. A man of eyes, and
as I climb I am aware of nothing but my
vision shooting all light into
the darkness between your legs. Sigh with sight
and sign on the mountain behind where I
would lay you down and sing into your
mouth and sculpture your back
arching from the mourning sorrel. But mountains are
for solitary men: the ropes that
behind us keep us apart and safe
from the fall. How pale under snow-burn
cracking at the edge of wincing eye
half-closed with the sight of a
softer mound than this, just there. When I fall, as I
surely shall, with all climbers of
distant peaks, alone you will be there upon the
horizon as I stretch out my kiss, the
plummet with the contagious laugh of, and
whirl of the tender tearing of the
watchful bird of prey. |
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