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Confessions of flesh
by Scott Cadence
Confessions of flesh
Are born in constant flickers -
Our motions in darkness
become polarized negatives
Baring Images of infrared heat
Under the lathe of touch
the rights of passage are given,
Inscribed with the language
And tender manner of a saint -
Silence is made parable
Appraised to a fine art
By definition of muscle
Skin and bone
We are forged -
where under my thumbs
eyebrows become smudge marks
black as charcoal
and cheeks held elliptic
in my palms
seem smooth like marble
I cant help but feel
the cost is rising
Trying to contract the divine
with nothing more than lust
in the alabaster midnight
I have no true color of you
And our picture remains
Incomplete
11/25/2003 Author's Note: may we all find the light *
Posted on 11/25/2003
Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/25/03 at 05:00 PM Unique images twisted and changed under differing lights. A strobe effect attached to memory in which flashes of ourselves are caught for the merest of moments and we are unsure of what we may have seen. Great verse that is both visually stunning and articulately presented. :) |
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