Her face, and,
Her eyes, her lips,
Pagan life and light and flame.
Gazing through me into her impossible beyond.
Transfixing me with those luminous jet rainbows,
In Timeless Everything.
Christ, I wondered,
Am I doing this to her?
No. She is.
Nothing else to do.
Hearken the tightrope to heaven.
Her lifeforce tripped me,
And into her light I dove.
And the morning after?
I offered to do the dishes.
Hi Suki,
I really enjoyed reading this poem, a story so eloquently expressed and, yet, grounded too, summed up by the great last line.
Paul
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Sat 11th Feb 2017 08:04
Always a good thing, a morning after poem, and this is no exception.
elPintor
Sat 11th Feb 2017 02:11
Utterly silenced by the beauty of the moment..
And the last line says so much.
elP
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suki spangles
Sat 11th Feb 2017 19:14
Hi Guys,
Thank you all for your feedback - so appreciated.
David, no you aren't way off at all. I was taking the mickey out of myself there really too.
SS