Chameleon

Based on a trip to the Pantanal nature preserve in Brazil.

sipping espresso

from beans of the ground

I sit upon, and a plate

of ochroid pancakes tempting

my tranquil tongue,

she speaks to me from beyond

my line of sight.

her skin, shades of thundrous blue

enmeshed with papayas and tomatoes

creates blurrious storms that leave

only false impressions.

she then dashes invisibly through

cloudburst in the 

jungular echoes,

becoming audiecent, a

denizen of the liquid sunshine.

is her slinky,

zestuous body

only a mirage

in the 

antemeridian light

or 

am I

awake?

Author's Note

The title was partly inspired by Herbie Hancock's "Chameleon."

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This develops quite slowly...
as you give the reader the imagery...
and magnify that with the other compounding effect in front of you...
or just an image of the imagination or not...

[Eric Pudalov]

Thank you! I had initially wondered if it were too short, but then again, if I wrote too many words, it could be overlong. I appreciate your feedback.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...