There is
An abacus
Counting sense and nonsense
On the high cheeks of a woman
Whose done saying what she’s told
The photographer
Catches her unease
In the shape of her mouth
It would taste of raspberry, that’s obvious
At night, the crystal of your half filled glass shines
Ice melting slow like peeling clothes
Staring at naked ghosts with their hands up
Sexing on dirty carpets with clean minds
Watching flashbacks of regrets and pleasure
Idling trucks melting snow with their hung over breath
If you were a pill I’d O.D. on your potency
Skipping heartbeat, chasing down roads, your diminishing form
You left one day intact and never returned
Sending a doppelgänger
A confidence artist, in your stead
Who told me; I like your eyes they’re untamed
With a paper tongue and windscreen brow
Wiping away the rain, that endlessly fell
We must get used to death
In each pause, in the rhythm
I touched your skin
And thought of new England apples
The first taste
Belief comes last
Use your imagination
Can you see me?
I’m standing waist deep
Waiting for you to read my mind
Like you did once with the alacrity of an gymnast
In the throes of passion
Braile
Morse code
Signs and wonders
Photos over exposed
Ringing phones in the night
Knowing the destination in your fingers and finding
Without map or lights switched on
Blacking out cries
To be found
Oh god
To be found again
By you
Fantastic as always 💐
This:
“If you were a pill I’d O.D. on your potency
Skipping heartbeat, chasing down roads, your diminishing form
You left one day intact and never returned
Sending a doppelgänger
A confidence artist, in your stead
Who told me; I like your eyes they’re untamed
With a paper tongue and windscreen brow”
And this:
“Oh god
To be found again
By you”
This is flawless. Not a word is out of place–everything is where it needs to be and says what it should say. This is superb writing, Candice.
Oh wow. I love this one, sweet soul. 💖💖💖
Incredible imagery, I have not read the like of it before, I think you are the real mind reader.
What does one do about a changeling lover? Hope for re-transformation.
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TheFeatheredSleep – A changeling lover
Masterpiece, Candice…! <3
vivid.
Wow!! This is a stunner.
So much longing and poignancy in this. The ‘over-exposed photos’ is an image that lingers with me.
This… this is just absolutely fantastic. I am at a loss for words, you have done so wonderfully.
The doppelgänger is an excellent device
When I read the words ‘windscreen brow’ I immediately thought of the eyebrows moving back and forth like little windscreen wipers ! Isn’t that just weird 🙂
I liked your poem so good it made me by one of your books😎
Fabulous