White skeletal webs of a winter leaf,
hid sketched beneath her shawl,
soon her skirt was slowly torn
by teeth undressing obsessive whispers
along her neck.
Come see her sitting on a ledge,
outside her door
Singing to herself in a silently, stunning nervousness.
And out about a smokey-lit street,
along the Carrick coastline
Sandstone leaves befall the Autumn Sun
As her spindling exuberance shines tonight
alit in her eyes
smiling, soon weeping;
forever changing time.
She feels suffocated by urgency.
And a season is slowly shifting all around her.
She is calling somebody over,
someone to undress her
A stranger to love her slowly.
Myself, I found her lonely
with a holiness of vulnerability
Without that serpent snare of a secret vanity
Forever spindles me this certainty
That I wish to bring her into me
and never again
Wednesday, March 10, 2021