I flew
amidst the bumpiness of air currents
Not knowing that between land and cloud
It wasn’t wind, but Death blowing in, come to snatch
The final breath
Of one who would never reach
His 2nd birthday.
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Oh, to float on a Klimt canvas,
outlined in undulating graphite,
wrapped in ephemeral cloth,
rapt in pleasure,
revealed and revealing,
captured in that private liminal space
between self-awareness and the intense eye of the artist,
Japanese paper skin-smooth,
soft as the curve of shoulder,
the smile of calf,
the delicacy of breast,
the heat of belly.
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Maybe I’d have seen the eclipse if I lived somewhere between Iceland and Norway, two countries that I’ve spent at most 15 minutes of my 50-plus years contemplating, and most of those lost wondering how cold I’d be and what kind of pajamas would I need to sleep in an ice hotel and could I possibly – willingly – enter a cave carved in blocks of ice for a little adventure getaway – and what does it mean that I’ll NEVER answer any of these questions, as I’m in fleece and long underwear when its 60 degrees out.
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Within a few words, I placed the accent,
the telltale rhythm and cadence
of a homeland no longer my home.
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I imagine
fingers tasting
nose caressing
embrace inhaling
pulse undressing
gaze blanketing
breath bathing
chest laughing
eyes licking
heart devouring
tongue listening
sigh kissing
smell encompassing
teeth tickling
hair grasping
lips tumbling
Lost/found, filled/emptied, taken/released, awoken/lulled
dissolving/re-forming
in the folds of time and space.
The galaxy, once hidden,
revealed
each time you blink.
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