Narrow Margins

they rise and fall like the tide     bending

as the lip of a wave  -- a mouth widening --

her throat opens as she drinks the breeze before

falling back into the collective consciousness

            where life is liquid smooth

            and utterly silent

 

sheets do no justice to their forms     wrapping

and draping flesh that begs for only the softest

of touches     hands receive sanctioned access

            to sacred squares beyond the flesh

            where hope resides beneath a cage of rib

 

they drive one another to the brink of a cliff     where

the beyond is only another mossy stepping stone

mapping a path toward a frozen constellation

            hanging in a muted sky     haunting

            the depth of their resolve

 

she leaves the room like moonlight blocked

by curtains     he waits     still trembling

from the impressions left by her gypsy mouth

            upon his skin     hers translucent

            as dragonfly wings     dancing

 

but time stops when doors close     they both

stretch their minds to read the verses written

in the space left behind     do they even exist

            in different rooms     separated

            by walls and oppressive air?

 

outside of one another     she owns her

narrow margins and he his     coming together

is a combined effort of elegant collaboration

            where life breathes heavy

            like pregnant clocks     constantly

            giving birth to unblemished minutes    

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

love the ebb, flow, and somewhat somber distopian slant of this piece...unconventional but very effective and quite beautiful.....in content and form. loved it.

CM.

[Anand Sehgal]

her throat opens as she drinks the breeze before

falling back into the collective consciousness

where life is liquid smooth

and utterly silent




you just have taken me to a trance :) Loved it dear

love you :)
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[J. J. Nightingale]

Sorry, I know how to swim .. but in deep waters...


?? Jazz :)

[Jordan Bryant]

You really pull this form off by using striking language and imagery. This was marvelous.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I do not know if I should swoon or clap>?!?!?!?!? This is so masterful! Bravo!

[Troy Henson]

A piece that is deep and intriguing Sarah. Some great imagery and emotion in this.
Wonderful.

Regards
Troy

[Tom]

The last verse really so well concludes this sensuously enjoyable, lustful tale... 'apart they have their own space (narrow margins) together, this elegant collaboration enjoy the ecstasy of each passing minute !

Another stimulating read, penned with great passion !

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Tom!

[TL Boehm]

So many vibrant moments in this. dragonfly wings, doe they even exist in different rooms seperated by walls and oppressive air and then this life breathes heavy
like pregnant clocks constantly
giving birth to unblemished minutes

love is complex. art even more so

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh yes, love is complex, and an art form in and of itself! Thank you so much, TL...you humble me with your words. I really hope you know how much i appreciate you; you are one of the good ones! :)

[Souladareatease]

Felt like dancing a knife-waiting for the true cut---Beautiful in it's longing both hold in thick silenced moments--Wonderful Write Dear Friday!!!
Apologies for absence I WILL be catching up!!!
Kill the clock that runs responsibility please--one day I may just become a train-hopper and ride cares only where I am placed lol

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You humble me yet again, my friend...