bengalA Poem by r. f. jordan
as the silkened yarn is spun
the mighty wealth of kingdoms rising into the crevice down her back as she walks, a bengal, striped with her prized memorial shadows fulfilling contrasts of her beaming with moonlight streaming orbits of her stare she tells me it's understandable that i doubt currents surged into beyond from beyond as motion of meek united with power of passionate to be swallowed into that abundant allowance the gesture, to the world, that is her to always allow this fledgling dream a chance to breathe and beat a pulse is to open doors to oneself for rain to torrent into i am digesting this cream that is that hopscotch of her arrival and her beckoning, dear friends, is brilliant tossing tears from me towards sea her taste - marrows mutiny her tenderness - my confidant her touch - my fire extinguisher quelling infernos abreast cathedrals of insignificance to master her hurricane by smiling to stand down her tornadoes by kneeling to channel her flood by floating is to tremble nonetheless while clearing this deck of regret making room for a life of belonging © 2016 r. f. jordanAuthor's Note
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