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

[kublakhan27]

...where hope resides beneath a cage of rib...that line just resonated with me...I can say little more about the majesty of this piece...it's perfect.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You humble me...you've made my day brighter in this one, single instant. Thank you.

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure Sarah, and you do the same for me on more days than you know.

[David Scott]

I like what you did with the structure here. "narrowing" the write with a compressed format, while you expand the mind from the first stanza to the last.
I wanted to be in this poem! Wow. Who would not? Very seductive and classy.
Well penned!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha...thank you, David!

[icelandicblue]

Oh this is such a stunning and eloquent piece of writing. Their narrow margins almost shimmer and tingle until they are once again joined. This is a love poem of great depth of emotion. I have never found the term "as one" to be presented in such a quiet and loving manner.

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

This poem is filled with gorgeous imprints.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, and I am so happy this made such an impact on you. I'm humbled...and you have made my day, because this piece is close to my heart.

[Jack...]

I can't recall ever seeing a pregnant clock, but perhaps I have but was afraid to ask because the clock may just be overweight and I would at that point be in some big trouble. :) Sorry.

Once again magic is pulled from your poetic hat of tricks. Very cool.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha Yeah, clocks are sometimes self concious...best to wait for the birth of the minutes before you go asking about the pregnancy ;)

[shallimarRose]

"like pregnant clocks constantly
giving birth to unblemished minutes"

love that line.. Another gem Sarah.. I love the style in which you display your words.. Always enjoy reading from you. shallimarRose

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, shallimar, I love your words as well!!!

[Electric Scribe]

This is outstanding =) thank you for the share. A wonderful read for sure.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much!

[Clara]

I had tingles by the end of the read.
Every stanza was beautifully composed and your metaphors are bloody brilliant.
Wonderful, wonderful write.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Lola! Really glad you liked this one.

[Dana Alsamsam]

"do they even exist
in different rooms separated
by walls and oppressive air?"

absolutely lovely. you gild a simple idea of the way two human beings are together with incredible command of language. that feeling of simple oneness with another human being is a beautiful thing that so many yearn for and you've captured it here beautifully. those last three lines are really brilliant! great work.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Dana...I so appreciate your words. Humbled...

[Alia ZJ.]

The last two lines were heavy. You're amazing, Sarah! :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, my friend! :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

The last stanza is just...I'm slack-jawed. That's how good it is.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Aaaww...you humble me. Thank you so very much!