AN INTRIGUING PAINTING...for Magpie Tales. Thank you Tess, once more!
HERE AND GONE
He pinches my waist,
a frivolous lover.
I give him sanctuary
till midnight.
Time flutters by.
Soon arriving,
the sunlight hours,
warmth I can't embrace.
Like pan quotidian,
he's fresh at first,
but stale
no matter the prayer.
Will we speak,
get the paper off the threshold,
turn pages?
Scrub ink from our finger tips?
Stir sweetness into
pitch black coffee?
Seems to be
another paper mache' king,
tips over,
rolls to the edge,
dives into longing.
Same as me.
copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2011
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