Circumference of Us

 

"I'm caught
in your concentric
circles."
      from Madrigals
      by Federico Garcia Lorca

 
Dark a moment ago
before I awoke
to your breast in silhouette
shadowed in twilight.

I imagine my form
its shadows curving over you
concentric darkness
slowly covering you.

Before the first fingers
of sunlight caress us
we slip in our faint sphere
encircled in sensation.

Later we roll in sunrise,
slip from each other's arms
still curled from the night,
in the circumference of us.