Radiance

Over your gray and white oval marble-top kitchen table,
the meeting of our eyes makes the room grow brighter.
Our faces, layer after layer, become so vibrant

the light appears to crest in waves.
We have become changed by it, nothing can be
the same after it. When I bend down to touch

the shape of deer tracks in the damp sand, it is in
the same way I place my fingers over your body.
When I stand beside a freshet in a meadow

the sun catches the rings of the water's long ripples
in the wind, that is the same glimmer we hold
when our eyes meet in the kitchen over

your gray and white oval marble-top table.
Every day for the rest of my life, yours is the face
I want to see when I awake in the morning.

Wally Swist

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Posters falling off the wall.
Like you,
they don't stay up anymore.
Despite the heat,
despite the cold,
my walls are blank
but for bits of tape,
collecting dust.

We kissed to the sound of heaven last night,
the simple guitars flowing over our tongues
and through your teeth into mine,
and I knew I could kiss you forever.
This morning I found your collection of girls
that I always knew existed,
faceless, clothesless,
do they mean more to you than me?
I know they don't,
they weren't there last night
but perhaps their ghosts
were following my footsteps,
whispering,
taunting,
"You'll never be as beautiful as us.
You'll never be as perfect as us."
And they were right,
they were images,
idols,
Venuses.
But will you settle for me,
a meteor in random orbit?
Everything is creeping in.