by Maria Massarella
We eloped
your words and I
when in the
absence of pockets
I pinned them to
my décolleté
conscious that
their closeness to the
heart
could be like fire within light
ignite a flame
that once entered
the veins
would effortlessly
disperse
enchantment
.
conscious that
were I to drape their
flow to skin
their loquaciousness
could claim my surrender
.
conscious that
should their flexibility
reach my lips
their moves
might poeticize
my speak
.
I wore no shield
when a quiver of wings
placed me upon soft a cloud
where your words
encountered
my e yes
where their sound
enhanced
the song of light
choreographed
the dance
that rays their
glow
into universes
seen and
unseen
.
rides
the waves of sub
consciousness
.
navigates the
dream
I love the intriguing innuendos that you gracefully create by spacing letters.
I also love "I wore no shield"... within your entire outlook, this - to me - lands like a white dove of genuine true protection, an irony of authenticity. Love.
I have to ditto Elizabeth. I also want to note that the leaf at the bottom of the page helped me to float through the air along with your heavenly words, too.
