I lower myself onto the couch Feline like pink paws r e a c h i n g for the walls Folding back slowly in mid air Hips tucking Then P u s h i n g into smooth leather Only for fingers to trace down e x p o s e d Thigh then, running up and hooking small lace to r e s t At the c u s p of skins Feeling d e e p
My eyes drift to the wall of oil paintings Illuminated by dim copper light H e l d
They seem to breathe Into my sorrow Like worn linens Dialing a familiar number on my body’s p u l l to E a t
The ambiance set By the one nude woman in the lower Left hemisphere She barely turns to look past her shoulder Eyes down I’m stuck there, moved by how gentle it all is, Life So full and so bleak
I imagined You sitting there, back pressed against that wall Chest bare, facing me effusive eyes Drawing me in A quiet smile tugging at lips like an airy dream One arm perched on the table elbow t o u c h in g wood your legs crossed at the ankles like drapes F a l l i n g over the e d g e from being too l o n g
Our eyes meet gazing at each other from that short distance Past and present Motionless Speaking in vibrations Only we can hear
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 