August 17, 2014

long playing


finer than a strand of white silken thread
tenderly stitched
like a handmade quilt of the most exquisite kind
is the skin
velvety

infinite pores electrified, breathing.

palpable
subdued tones
permeate
colliding artifacts
internal belly flops

tangled and turned
scents like the colour red
ochre
blends with
 so-very-far-ago
memory of haunted winters
barren spidery trees

slow motion
now
upside
down
freefall

dusk
dawn

seek
hide

fingers play
hear what eyes
say

textural melding
wandering limbs
gently wild