a harbor and an escape.

a harbor and an escape.

mikl paul

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what a window becomes    while she

    is     watching you   turn the soil of

  you     brandnew     right between your eyes.

if she is crying they will not say,      promise me

   you’ll love our gasp at beginning,   swear

that you’ll hold me holy     long  after    my salt

    is a foreign taste.             she is weaving poems

into her hair as he recites the science of designing

     nests,     of soft placing,      of the undeniable

pull toward that small sacredness that is the

    crest of the first of her ribs, on the left.

 

she found him  grafted into   morning and

        they began to shine;         she just

learning how to sing while it rains, as the leaves

    outgrow the small dreams of the year before;

   when she wrapped her legs around him still he

   slept,  for     the    first    time   and he awoke inside

       and began to describe  the patience of an

     emerald swimming deep into a mountain.

 

her hands grabbing at her own chest     to

     capture the light shipwrecked between.

  knowing he will write  this  raw ness and

the color of her mouth changing with the scarves

    that are suspended from the broken ceiling fan.

 

but this evening, filling a borrowed  suitcase with

    fragments of a borrowed love,   she hurries with

   the shudder of birds,    eyes on the clock and the

   clapping hands.      in a note  hidden beneath his

   gentleness she explains the stars,     and wanting

       to know the sea against her breasts,    he

was a tide      she decrees.         someone welcome

   her exodus, someone clear a patch of ground

        beside soul shaped trees and find a

heart willing to forgive     the innocent love that

     was shed,     so that her story may begin again.

Reviews

[mikl paul]

The contra in this write is splendid, how I see a perfect woman, and a beautiful nature together, but yet mixed up.... raw, and brilliant. I love your writes, you're reaching beyond. And into the circle of life....
Thank you for sharing this piece with us.


- Elisa

[mikl paul]

thank you so much for taking the time to read.

You're very welcome :)

[barton smock]

again, that the image provides for itself instead of claiming to sustain. (hold me (holy) long after my salt (is a foreign taste))

[MAC]

oh how very raw this feels yet conjures up images of ee cummings. an excellent write!

[mikl paul]

thank you very much for taking the time to read.

[MAC]

it was a pleasure to read this :)