The WishmakerA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
Upon allowing him entrance to the blooming grove
of her complicated -- over saturated -- psyche,
an ivy-laced gate was pushed aside -- one that
could never be barred by the hands of another man.
gravity itself drew them together --
two objects with enough magnetic mass
to tip the earth from her orbit
Knowing was immediate, as the last lonely wing-beat
of a hummingbird, and she trifled with the timing
before understanding the exodus of her past lives --
because they were all wiped away by his hands.
she was in it now -- completely --
pupils dilated to the possibilities
of what hands upon flesh can do
Eventually there was nothing left to define --
everything had been done, the stars all had names
and every inch of the sky had already been traversed
by the wandering feet of their love-making eyes.
she wrote him poetry by the light of candles,
as he taught to her lost languages, and
traced his name in the curve of her throat
She was a tulip still forming the golden cup of maturity
when a Pacific breeze blew him into her off-kilter axis,
answering prayers she uttered only by the light of the moon,
proving that midnight wishes are not always ill-spent.
© 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
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Last Updated on August 7, 2013
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
The Beach, CA
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