The Spell

 

 

 

N*****s cold like hazel eyes unblinking.

 

Copper bristles erect between chests,

 

 standing  thick, strong, trenchant.

 

 

 

Love eclipses a vacant white face and

 

listens to  harmonizing hearts,

 

drowning out the sound of color.

 

 

 

Moving fear from the forefront,

 

now focusing in, beneath  skin.

 

Fragility becomes the strength that

 

allows  amiable notions to pass

 

 

 

 

Cupid spies like a fly on the wall

 

Watching his martyrs give into him.

 

A checkered kiss brings a sense

 

To the moment of mosaic craft.

 

 

 

 Breath weighs more

 

Than the instant itself.

 

 

Reviews

[rt farris]

nice snapshot of a moment. it captures the power of attraction and its mystery as well. i like it.