Bradley Jay Phipps (December 17,1956 / Durango, Colorado)
My Compelling Medusa
A hotel lobby in the forest of time.
A time when people breathed the world
but did not share the exhalation.
The body was too feeble with a seething oppression
to see the stains of yesterday's sweat.
Like the uptown hooker
who crosses her legs
not for comfort but view,
your eyes evoke prisms of prayers.
Like the bumble of a bee
who flights to heights
of this and there,
your eyes transcend the altar of my attention.
Like the doors of a church
burdened with the responsibility
of the living,
your eyes turn me to stone as I seek salvation in your face.
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