Chance Rendezvous
With fresh eyes I begin to see
ink slides like warm sap down a maple’s trunk
I use my pen to draw you closer to me
Feathered quill in hand
soft breezes tremble it’s delicate tuft
weaving in and out like thoughts between brows
Watching the first to rise
second stomps right on top
both wrestle to page
Pushing and shoving not one sits idle
flexing and posing
each competing for style
facts refashioned with subtle catches
threadbare memories
mended with pretty patches
lacking in vogue and devoid of all swagger
they waddle along the catwalk
wearing a secondhand wardrobe
Let them hang on the line to dry
so the wind can blow them
a sweet kiss goodbye
No longer amused
white bellied page rolls over
waiting to be scratched
No longer swayed
by double entendres whipping out of control
then falling intoxicated off their fancy runway
Come closer into the lights
my fingers rub the tine warm
wishing a maverick spark ignites
Suddenly a rogue wave crashes
swirls of ink pour out like magma
truth anchored - between dots and dashes
Poised like a mighty leviathan
whose round button eyes
eclipse the genius within
One eye flashes as mermaids go swooshing by
across the universe - the other’s marvels
as stars brush the sky
A salty spray sticks to my pen’s metal nib
I stuff it back into it’s porcupine crib
then pull the shades of my lash covered lid
Awareness settles down into a quiet dream
where silence silhouettes each sound
by chance you pull me into this moment supreme
no bias, no seams, no memories spin
Awake or asleep
you meet me, like silk on moist skin
The hollow basin of my mind
welcomes all of you, as infinitely new
like a dewdrop cradled by a petal - as it holds the sky.
really like this.
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