The Exquisite Hour by Diane Dehler

The Exquisite Hour,

after Verlaine

Solitude,

an angel dresses

in your perfect

skin.  His eyes

capture footsteps

vanishing under

a twilight sky.

You brim with a

magenta of marvelous

stars, at this hour.

Just one kiss for

solitude, the angel

ghost who memorizes

every moment – every

breath that any human

Inhales with love.

Solitude,

who longs to

lie a temporal

head upon flesh,

your breast

wings of azure

gold sky - give

up his throne,

For

an exquisite

hour.

Diane Dehler

First published by Contemporary Literary Horizon, 2012

Reprinted, The Art of Being Human: The Best Poems of 2013, Brian Wexler Books