Tuesday, June 12, 2012

moonshadow drawing #9













Stealing beside me
an ochre whisper
defines your phantom presence
a whisper . .
classically soft
slowly
erasing all negative space
blooming into darkness &
the quiet burn of a million stars . . .
"Make a strong line, don't sketch it out -
be sure when you draw", you told me that . . once.
"be sure"
drawn then . . .
sure
and
held strong
on a kiss that carries the paisley weight
and
spin of this blue rock
exquiste 
containing the 1939 World's Fair,
the soundtrack to Fantasia
& maybe The Partridge Family
calliope hummingbirds land on our tongues
flying into our stained-glass souls
as the 2:17 rolls thru town
a kiss . . .
stealing all measure of wound & rumpled sorrow
pheasant feathers & words are weaved into
patchwork succulence
skin is diffused, scarred & forgiven - effervescent almost
inconsequential to the heart of the matter
bloom
and
hold
draw sure …
and
linger into this slumbered ghost kiss

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