Elinor Auerbach

He turns his head to face her
Eyes glimmering in the golden glow of late afternoon
His hand, so carefully sculpted,
To form the delicate veins that curve
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Tears are strange things.
Pearls of salty water
Caressing faces with soft healing hands
Gliding down the contours of a face
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She is poised…
Ready for flight
Her head is turned toward me
Her eyes catch the moonlight.
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I heard a sound behind me
The softness of a sigh
I turned to see a child
and I couldn’t just walk by
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I place down my foot
And watch
As the grains of sand race to form
The quiet avalanche of my passing
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Locked in chains of silence
So heavy hard and cold
Each link a deadly secret
Which still remains untold
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Deep in the depths of a lotus
Lies a stillness
Caught and held there like the gap Between
Two words
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Slipping through the darkness
Hood up, mask on,
Spray can at the ready.
He stands before his concrete canvas
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Picture flames;
Freedom dancing in a sacred wave of light
Celebrate this moment
Flickering passion
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Whispering dreams of romance
Haunt my poetry

I plot an epic chapter of love
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A shadow of a figure
Haunts the smoothness of the sands
A shiver of a sound haunts the silence
A pathway on the ground
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