eternity is what happens 
looking at you, Wildflower 

I am that country 
your body lines on the map 
    
sadness separate 
from your blue green eyes 

sadness separate 
from the seventh or ninth month 
    
with your name 
returned to the book 
    
angelic wildfinger 
Dianthus 
    
    
ruby throated stare sings 
the muse electric 

dark blond pelage 
arms over arched in reaching 

yet your quietly acute angle 

from slenderest wrist 
or sharpest elbow 
    
    
describes the copper 
I use to teach my tongue fellowship 
    

Silence - neck and small of back 

Silence heaving bones of bird wing 
silence silver sinus 
silence simple chloride 
    
    
eternity is what helps thought 
to sing you 

especially since you curved 
miles long like a train 
    
You crazy locomotion 
you 

Pleasure pumping 
blood 

Red since last 
Spoken word 

Was the newsworthy 
And noted names 

For this world 
Had ended 
    
    
Only that certain 
American pink 

Can come closer 
    
Only that olive grey 
Illuminating iris 

Onto ivory upper arm 
Or sloping, angled shoulder blades 
Black beneath nine mouths 
    
Dirty, sunlit eyebrows 
Sharp as scythes 
 
Only rosy cheeks on which 
Shrike alight after they have 

Impaled their prey upon 
Dark tips of your scapula 
    
    
only certain ruin 
your belly 

and its broken, revolving 
stars 
  
the single sun curved 
into that questioning hook 

that same, clear look 
slit with sadness 
    
now I bring words to your eternity 

Poet: Stanley Gemmell
Poem: Eternity is what happens

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