walking through the veins of a turquoise morning,
trails of cotton
streaked into swirls
high in the jet.
our skin bronzed
with the searing kiss
of last evening's flame,
hearts intertwined
in the flicker of jewels
of snow blessed mountain air.
alive as never again, or before.
in this moment like peacocks on fire
in the sweet clench of the meadow's dew.


Copyright, 1987 - 2004, Scott N. Loveall
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past prime

breaking out to the fringe of the fallen
the fallow troughs,
the combine's tread,
the swollen eye,
lifting like a blister,
cinnamon and rust
stopping me dead in its stare.
harvested,
shucked of my skin.
unburdened of the year,
reborn to seed again.
released to my own recognizance,
thanked for what I have given.


Copyright, 1987 - 2004, Scott N. Loveall
All rights reserved.
Reprinted with permission