Monique
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Valentines Day
🕑 Added 2018-02-14 16:20:40 +0000 UTC Counting the buttonsA white collared shirt
Later to remark upon it
Thick, wet red clay
Caught through the window
By soft smiling eyes
Innocently navigating
She climbs away.
So gently, large hands maneuver
Deliberate, quiet movements
Laden with intent, no electron wasted
The soul informs the hands
Drawing with want
Extensions of a great composer
Directing the elements
In harmonic symphony
The sky is over saturated
With a deep seated narcissism
It seduces the tides
Into fervent dance
They enter into its great expanse.
The world hurts
Beneath its furrowed brow
Pearls, one by one,
Drop into a deep bed of sufferings
Like her vertebrate onto the floor
A subtle rocking
As the world
Tosses over its anchor
For everything born
Must be relinquished again.
Dry desert earth embraces
These pitiful reminders
It swells to consume
Each small fit of passion
With a fierce and insatiable thirst,
It cooperates.
Coasting amidst the fog
Like drops of oil rest easily
With delicacy against brown skin
We sleep with resistance in our dreams
Buoyant feathers
Kissing our fresh water reflections
Unifying the edges
Of a single mantra
They shiver, in a spiderweb of waves
Along one vast length.
The captain caresses thick chain
Gives a solid tug on the anchor
Between reflections of possibility
And cloudy vibrations of potential
Curiosity makes her mind sing in color
She begins to float away
But she is grounded
Softly, unto the crest of a wave
No, there's no trouble
This is protocol.
Sign your name, move along
Countenance spreads like warmth
And the decision is made
In the spaces in between,
In the punctuation.
She started again for the depart
The chain taut and weighted with silent desire
Brace for impact.
-mmd 2014.
Photographed by JPGorecki, Utah, 2014.
