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Carol of the Bells

 

by Robert Beveridge

 

 

We have walked this path

before, drunk from tulips' cups

and sang the Latin Mass

in the rain. An Ode to Joy,

another whisper under clouds,

your green shift washed away

in thunder, lightning. Turn

the clock back, we regain

the time we spend together

in renewed energy, shared strength.

 

Your fingers on the keys redress

the song, infuse it

with your curves, at once delicious

and despised. I can look at you

and see the perfect mix

of flesh and muscle; I can hope

you see this in my eyes.

 

Sweat washed away by rain

is still, of course, honest.

It is work, this unclothed

music, however we desire it,

and it leads us with it

back into the wilderness,

the satisfaction

naked in the rain.

 

 

 

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Zombie Logic Review, and The Literateur, among others.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017