Dwight Stevers: Poetry

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Vessel
You were that music I found caught in decimals – decibels that muse I thought I found in ink and movement throat and brush – intuitive, lunar and converging on the heart as blood-sap veins we mingle timely receptively toward the source housing five solar bodies touching art as breath on glass You were that love I found glimpsed in dreams simply seven, inner ear as my blindness whispers clarity appears – miraculous anointing spirits on the water

Vessel

You were that music I found
caught in decimals
– decibels
that muse I thought I found
in ink and movement
throat and brush
– intuitive, lunar
and converging on the heart
as blood-sap veins
we mingle timely
receptively toward the source
housing five solar bodies
touching art as breath on glass

You were that love I found
glimpsed in dreams
simply seven, inner ear
as my blindness whispers
clarity appears
– miraculous
anointing spirits on the water

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