by Blue Harrison

Created on: April 15, 2009

Without Wine and The West Wind

Wings sense light's movement in:

fish swimming through curtains,
diamonds sliding down walls,
and rivers crawling in carpet

until reality dims the glint

too low for tapestry eyes
to trace the threads
slipping past fingers

to gather in hard corners where
charcoal sketched self-portrait

whores its remnants unnoticed.

"If only, If only..."
The song turns over, spills
from stems of empty crystal;

flows through silk webs etched
below skin too pale from trembles
of near-flight and slow death.

A melody blown across lips
bestows breaths as kisses to glass

Tussah barely whispers against.

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Author's Note: Tussah~oriental moth that produces brownish silk

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