Caught

 

I am caught deep
in the lie of her
in the naked and

the vulnerable
in the lengthening
out of her — caught

in the tangle and
thicket caught by
the full moon

between
the shadow
and shade

under deliberate
constellations — or
like the comet

spending eternities
in the dark till caught
by light cast —rushing

giddy toward the sun
its tail casting of silver
like the lover when

his prodigal bride
returns — or like the stag
running towards his mate

horns jammed between
two Birch till next spring; —
leaps out, full of green and light

from wide white circles
of two now astonished eyes.

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