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

[Pete Langley]

What a fascinating piece, Sarah! ....if I were a Trekky - which I`m not - this could easily be about a mind-meld between a couple of poets....but no!...too improbable! I love the last three lines. Super work, love. P.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha Mind meld, love that reference! You are amazing, Pete...thank you.