Lemniscate

the silk against her leg
was smooth
cool
something in which to
                                       lose
the self

and yet she could
                                not

words
            all they ever had
were not these
                            pictures
these portraits
these photographs
these
           illustrations
of life

and so she sat
                          unseen
hidden by the
                         false
of potted green, by the
                                             quiver
of quaking hand,  by the
quiver of
                splendid
quaking hand
upon the silk

she sat
she
       wondered

how
when
why

she sat
she
        wondered

she sat
she
      knew

love
always
because

               just
because

she sat
she
        wondered

she sat
she
      knew

she had always
                           known

she was not the
                              how
she was not the
                              when
she was not the
                               why

no, not
               she

but She

always She
only She
just
        She

and as the silk, the
smooth
cool
silk, parted palm
she
        stood

                     He
                          saw

and in that
                    moment

all
     was
             lost

© s rogers 23 September 2009

Thank you for letting me know you were here.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s