Hollie McNish -Embarrased
laughter in the hollow of her throat
as moon breaks the body,
ribbon eyelids flutter under kiss
his fingers touched auburn hair
that fell over sand pillows
spent and tired bones felt broken,
dreams have a bold voice
to those who need the warmth
he knelt beside with longing
for her to be more than a long rapture,
kissing her ankle
against his lips no cold tremor
she was all confession and truth to him,
her heart soft as an apricot
picked from behind a breast
he the only one,
his words of struggle
the urge to thrive and live in this world
or find solace in the next,
beyond borders of another land
she is from within
listening through ears
whispered on each morning,
after a long shower she dressed
under his gaze
sovereignty of eyes made her feel not
alone,
she had honor and resilience
no longer that awkward shy girl
from a minnesota school,
her hand felt his harden on hers
to be there farewell until later,
she felt no shock on leaving the house
no irony or weariness
bag slung over shoulder
walking to the bus,
catching smiles of men who wanted to
possess,
a word she heard that made her smile
infidels
she was now a vessel
returning to the mall
that very mall she worked a beauty salon
for minimum wage,
today would be her immortal day
memory and history would find a place
for her,
her soul had a message to be given to the
world,
and with a single bomb she would carry it
This topic is difficult and in somber mood has to be aired that any country terrorism can come from any angle not just foreigners and immigrants as some areas of the media like to point out, sometimes as seen here in England it is the young and impressionable no job or low income find they have become fed up and to want act , react against what they see is against them be it family or government and others can prey on them influence them not saying this happens in all cases as you have extremists everywhere in religion or politics the thing is the message has to be conveyed that we are community all of us the world has shrunk and we must care more to prevent such horrific acts of mindful violence it sounds simplistic but is there a perfect answer i hope so one day
her anthropometrics
where as the one percent
as stated by tilley 84,
rove and reach of shoulder
pivots found the old cream towel,
drawn about
her form partially visible
in steamed mirror,
obscured as much as
thoughts in mind,
he was here
within these yellow walls
box of existence,
and seen flesh promised
long ago,
breasts heavier in their curve
and descent yet pliable
to kiss and touch,
face accentuated by features
another birthday brings,
yet he was remaining
on the sprung mattress
iron frame a secure
resting place,
his fingers found nature
and illumination in copper
hair spilling on damp shoulders
a gentleness that surprised after
passionate initiation ,
eyes drawn down
further rolling form of belly
indented by umbilical reminder
to that v between the thighs,
once thought blemishes
stretch marks
and cellular distortion
would detract and place him
away from her,
yet he waited
as she hurried towel as a cloak
mind and steam
dissipated ,
returning to a bedroom
no longer solitary
to absorb more feeling