Johnny go lightly…

Johnny go lightly

for her day was born raw

tread the boards of her with love

for the desecration of trees

beneath you feet are deeply sprung by

the brilliance of words and their actors.

Johnny go lightly

so as not to tear her paper rain

where drops trickle you into the

proscenium of her skin and  you

are the fall of her last curtain call

Johnny go lightly

among the tall grass of her hurt

hidden to the bare room of fictions

hinged to soft mysteries in the salt

of her curve, varnished red offshore

to the growled distance of  hunger

mouthing for more

Johnny go lightly

into the pale of her deep

where you step midstream

into the estuarine flow of plainchant

her private  chansons after midnight

the pale carved alterpiece housed of his cloth

her crescent of porcelain to the dance of your moth

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