Not Naked on the Bed Your beauty, nude
not naked on the bed,
is far more a gift
than I ever expected.
I watch languor recline
in your wise grey eyes
while slate hummingbirds
carved as earrings
dangle from golden hooks.
I quiver in your breath
and the ceiling fan halts
in that instant.
We look at one another
with both eyes open and close.
An intimate wind,
the cause of auroras,
moves north and south,
east and west,
then we swim
into one another.
Timothy Young***************
RL
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