The Flame

The Flame

 

 

 

 

His alarm abruptly rings

she is the north gale he hears

 

He dresses in a three piece suit,

An imported tie of silk, 

In a geometric print

she is the coffee that warms his face,

the quickened pulse that drives him

 

There are mergers impending,

clients to comply with before noon

she is the rendezvous at a small café,

the corner table in the diffused light

he tenaciously orchestrates his priorities to

 

he pulls his Mercedes

into the cobblestone drive

she’ll be the pulsations of water

dissipating a nine to five day,

the collective steam mirrored in the beveled glass,

that puts him in a cognitive mood

 

Evening rains hard

upon his shoulders

she’ll be the ample bed

where he lays his head,

the oscillating breeze

that permeates his sleep, until…

 

the alarm abruptly rings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

photography by Tatucya

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the fantasy, the dream mixed with the reality...what he hopes for and what actually happens seem to be two different things...

but that abrupt alarm rings, and he wakes out of the dream of what she will be...still a nice fantasy for him...
but it sounds like he has too much business in him...no real romance...she wants a loving relationship...he wants a merger...
she is better off with him still asleep.

[Kelly Scheppers]

He has what "she" wants at home...but he wants her. And so it goes...thank you, dear Jacob!

[B]

A beautiful dream
I could be wrong but a very lovely one

[Kelly Scheppers]

...it is whatever you interpret it to be, Nisreena. Thank you!