Whitney Jones Olson
An Impressionist's Dream - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
Framing spaces in my colorwork,
dampened collar, the undertone of mystical
Eliot's watercolor memorybook.
Swirling tocks, rivulets down bristles,
interplay, cyclicality, fragility, demeanor.
her lover's handmaiden,
just another lace trinket,
twelve darkling eyes and the impression left.
Spherical breathing your hand, my pocket and the inevitable eroticism/being.
a waltzing tango
solitude, darkling eyes, and framing the impression left.
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