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

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

Pleasure pumping

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

the single sun curved
into that questioning hook

that same, clear look
slit with sadness

now I bring words to your eternity

Analysis, meaning and summary of Stanley Gemmell's poem Eternity is what happens

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