She has
Russia folded in her eyes
The girl she once was
In balletic poise and straight long neck
She carries her mother’s lips in disapproval and mirth
The tan of her father come from outside, asking for iced hibiscus
Her long hands are her own
They play instruments and lovers
With careful solitary stroke
She has the curl of her grandmother crossing brow in stray wave
A sad gaze into ether, when you catch her off guard
And I am drawn to the shy fruiting shape of her mouth
As we talk and artfully avoid
What is undisclosed in space existing
Between strangers, then become friends
Not yet more
Will she understand? Unbutton one permission
Without need to drink liquor or gather foreign courage
From the same source we all go
Unsure and burning up with tiptoeing fever
I imagine
Stepping over the divide
Between her serenity and mine
Touching the cool fawn skin of her throat
Gathering her to me, as gardener arranges posie from wild thorn
Proffering possibility like dancers, sweating and sleek bodied
Will acquiesce their motion to soft fall of curtain
I know her heart will be close to her warm skin
Cantering like a wild appalachian
I know because I see the quiver in her narrow shoulders
Feel her keening toward me as shifting current
Caught in hesitation and mute query
It is my place to shake doubt with first touch
Banish half formed fears
Replace them with mutual need
See her eyes widen and take in
The fullness of our rounding desire
We move into the other
Like music attracting and repelling
Night winds, pregnant with sea spray
Leaving flowers, shining and damp
Beneath velvet sky, emptied of noise
Lest sound of her sigh and one word,
Yes.
Words fail me. You make that sigh, that one word audible.
Love the art in the picture
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TheFeatheredSleep – A moment, a gesture, and so much more
That moment when open and honest communication is drowned in the fesr of things falling apart. Excellently expressed.
“Unbutton one permission”
I love that line. Much love to you. Another great poem.
Beautiful portrait
Thank you dear one (I almost didn’t recognize you then I saw the name change from a marie to this and 🙂 bingo!)
Thank you so much dear chris
Thank you
Thank you so much R
🙂 Thank you I’m so glad you liked it (and words fail YOU? Impossible!)
🙂
Deeply beautiful.
lol yeah, I’m writing under a pseudonym now. I always wanted a secret identity! 😀
…Though, I suppose it’s not so secret!
Very original, yet something quite Keatsian here – for some reason thinking of The Eve of Saint Agnes …
Hahahaha!!! It’s only because I notice! (and care)
HUGE compliment. I love him and that poem. Thank you!
A set designer could not produce a scene as beautifully as you do with a handful of words:
And I am drawn to the shy fruiting shape of her mouth
As we talk and artfully avoid
What is undisclosed in space existing
Between strangers, then become friends
Not yet more