Three Poems by Bruce Conner
25.
the
stars
so brightly on your brow
move
one
glows in
my hand
like the sapphire
26.
ashen eyes
gently the arch of
your lips
a darkness in
the
night-sky
bursts
27.
a
white
dark
shape
brushes the blood
from my eyes
I
see
the throbbing
breath
of
the waves
© Bruce Conner