The edge of life
In the night silence
heart beating
through veins of love
desire at rest
murmur of lips
language beyond words
hungers in abeyance
so she sleeps
nights fall
days fall
leaves fall
by the wayside
so the body rests
secure in its truths
its gentle autumns
universe of dreams
of breath
and dilated lungs
the frosted glass
at dawn
the waspish planet
Venus rising
grace and beauty
a lightness of touch
her mind her soul
the cutting edge
John Lyons