slow burn inhalation
configured eyes to a new movement,
she spoke in slow vowels
circulating in open mouth,
eyes glowing a feral green
yet the kiss had already happened
once between damp leaves
spring days continuity
for shoots to appear
that climbing rose found window frame
thorns to sleep
shark fin spikes pierce,
subdued
lain back she showed me lace
and mathematics
angles and weight distribution
glowing yet fragile,
i did not want to break
long porcelain fingers
with nails to delve
beneath soft flesh of my chest
and close about my heart,
she would now be more than a lingering
response
in these chambers
was a place i could put her for sure,
not on a pedestal or throne
but wicker chair
as she sat on now,
after the geology of contours , gradients
and folds
secrets of flesh i had known,
wisdom burned from her pores
spectral aura flare,
legs cross uncross
no more secrets
no more visiting other places
i had found
where i belong
Very powerful imagery. Nice neat lines. I loved:
“eyes glowing a feral green
yet the kiss had already happened”
Gretchen thank you
Wow! This is a fascinating poem. I like that math/geometry (usually stereotyped as masculine) is tied up with ‘her’ and her lace. Really original.
i like reconfiguring emotions in poems and stories can be interesting how it works out and thank you for stopping by
lain back she showed me lace
and mathematics…ha…i like…and not a pedestal but a wicker chair…
i would think the chair a bit more comfortable…ha…finding where we belong is a great thing as well…smiles.
Again Brian thank you for your words