shadows and light reveal
nothing through the window.
unintentionally late. someone took my place.
on a bench,
waiting for an opening.
my first “intake.”
heavy heat is settling in.
fragments of feelings screened by plain yellow door,
broken sun and then,
diffident, I resist,
refrain from testifying to the ominous presence
threatening my existence.
a breeze is what I need.
cool air on my face…
grains of sea salt amplified by longing
touch my lips, my tongue.
movement of waves
back and forth…
waves of movement ooze electricity up my thighs
ripple behind, round my breasts,
up and over and around
softly caressing, rocking, pacifying
for one brief moment I feel good.
intellectually guarded, confounded
wrapped in self pity, self loathing, self preservation and
fears. louder voices wake me from my fantasy,
call my name.
there, in a circle of professional strangers
are slips of paper slipped through time,
survivors of crimes, tormented lines, abused curves,
dots and coffee stains.
my frightened beads glance around,
a bird soon to be caged,
I can’t remember how to fly.
they are staring at me, looking through me and beyond
to some meaningful insight.
perspectives shifting in their chairs.
scribbles and screens. they will intervene or
and then I want to be free
with no presence but my own
uncertain of what I am to face but,
the moment before dawn is the darkest,
but then there can be light.
there will be.
I will be
~ entered in OpenLinkNight – week 10 at dVerse Poets Pub, Brian Miller hosting – read, link, comment, drink… enjoy!