Karl Lagerfeld Model: Edita Vilkeviciute: 2009 Vogue Germany © |
she's part of Persephone's crew
she's billions of particle collides
she's tiny ever inching voice root awakening(s)
she's every something bulb hidden earthy
she reaches me bound stippled
to a mast and spread sail
amassed in a fast gale
outside the house
is teeth and gown
rattle panes and sway limbs
northwesterly mourners
late lagg-er(s) behind winter
echo roaring countenance veils
i linger, precipiced near
this tasting her dexterity
cold butter pats turning
between her fingers
into fined flour
she's working the embrace
clasp trellis ready too
morning glories moon flowers
pods, peas and porridge
in that pot of tales tolled
how many dinners left
until this poem
is sung land when
i was king alobar
looking glass
with kudra
in the reflection
i heard her laughing on a swing
a-muse-(s)ass-vices-her
comet frequency tones
meant to be left rarefied
she smiles at me
a melody
says radio music
has gone term
wanting forms
before listening
i feed myself her scatter array notes
poem ripe(s) without words
red sprite poked troposphere paper
pens where i surrender
my human thoughts
collectively glow
as a mane
of memory
digging into
a sky kneaded
beneath me
i am removing
my poem clothes
at her request
exhales and rumpled
cities at the foot
of synapse worship
and a queen size bed
she said meaning
was ghosts, wind
carved roles
and eons
on the road
rhythm slow licks
frenzy and you
desperate to hold
some little bit
of forever tightly
tied with strung
temporary wants
as the stories
names gift bones with...
she spied me writing raw
asked where aware's worn shy
your heart i imagine
is inside
all your blink speed lenses
as after thoughts
your captured
telegraph rituals
and wireless courtesan
thirst capacity...
and yes,
she says
beauty drives
this awareness of mine
but remember poet,
she continues
in her eyes
time still eats
your bones
like clockwork
she was right
of course
we dig purpose
and wanting
so we may feel
by bleeding
each life
with a chance
at a fleetingly
sensed infinity
to love
EJR ©
What a beautiful tribute to your muse; I love this!
ReplyDeletenot sure I deserve to be this a-muse-d but I am mindful of her gift(s)
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