Made of light
& present
without being
present, Emily
knows the feeling
of my attention
is the dull side
of a sharp knife.
I flash only
when the action
of the blade can
work through her
in these poems.
She knows outside
of the art,
all I want to do
is rub against her
until the sparks
find the ceiling
of our locked room,
our safest danger.
Celestial love to spark a constellation or, at least, trip the fire alarm. (We welcome Darren to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out. ALSO, Darren’s latest poetry collection, “Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly,” is due to be released this November/December by 8th House Publishing. Follow his website here for details. ) – mh clay
