Issue
#4

July
2009

a poem by Peter Magliocco

enlightenment before the eclipse

you are not the Magdalene
you are not St. Theresa in ecstasy
but simply woman without a capital 'W'
no moments of excruciating passion
will mar your make-up with tears

or what we must understand
plunging through a time-warped space
where we'll burn without gravity
floating like a dysfunctional pair
unable to orbit dark gods any longer

when the sun is a woman
of silence, her aura is born
of a greater power than man's--
that is why I await the night
you'll erase my blindness
in the brilliance of your flight

eclipsing
our shadow
lives

© Peter Magliocco

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