to his lips she touched a porcelain finger,
the red in her nail, cold against his skin
all this night, she wanted to tell him something,
to be in his presence; to be a part of him
it all came apart when she looked into his eyes
all she saw was herself
his hand pressed her finger harder against his lips
"Shhh..." he whispered, "I know."
she broke his grasp and walked away
not turning for a goodbye
and left herself inside his eyes
between lips and palms by Subtranslucent, literature
Literature
between lips and palms
I sing soft
almost mournful
as moonlight
enters this room
wisps of smoke
curl thin against the
pale of my song
from breath blown candles
their vanilla scent
hangs heavy here
I breathe in
their demise
my hand opens
to grasp time
these fingers
entwine only darkness
grip the flesh of nothing
breaks my song
against endless folds
of a blue silk curtain
that flows inward with
the transparent breeze
a glimpse of moon
caught amidst the billow
I press lips to palms
and send a kiss
float it towards
the moon
and
you
c.2003
Working towards goals more this year. I will be using all that I am to begin again. New year. New goals. The air is crisp and cold--so beautiful. Revel in the everyday. :D