at8j@batcomputer.TN.CORNELL.EDU (Ryerson Schwark) (05/14/86)
Laughter, like hard candy spilled from his lips
hard as noon sunshine, bright but not garish
his eyes, his eyes
holes into space, ice velvet caress
shone with the galaxies lost within
I smiled
"hmm?"
no reason
where did you get you hair,
like spun moonlight
and your hands
of cool marble that fire
the Forge with delicate fervor?
"I don't know" he said
as if it had mattered.
your warmth in my arms,
torched my ice castle dreams,
your touch seared skin,
too long callous and cold.
And then,
I awoke
and cried
still alone.
Ryerson Schwark
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