by on October 15, 2016 :: 0 comments

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.

editors note:

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

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