There Is No Memory In The Light

There is no memory in the light,

and hazy baubles blurred out in

soft focus.

 

Golden hair spread out, a starburst,

and even this soft haunting is shamed

by desire.

 

Angel’s, or ghosts, might see the light,

see us without skin and it’s angry hunger;

I cannot.

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