Love her, love her (k)not;
secret her against your skin and
taste her salt. She
is the running of the wolves,
is the shaking of the photograph,
is a grainy and lamenting sky.
Warn her of your passing, and
warm your hands on her elm-embered fire.
Thread your fingers through her gold;
entice her away and
deal her a handful of stars.
Think her bright.
Think her bold.
Think her a warning poem, a favored psalm.
Report her shadowed limbs
……….(call to arms, to arms!);
climb into the dangers of her flesh and blood.
Case her joints for soul-sinew and
wander-why.
Stop yourself from breathing.
Stop your heart from waning.
Stop your own rotation.
Watch her
fly.
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Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 23.
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Love how you ended this piece.
Oh, how I loved the momentum of this piece!
“secret her against your skin” … Beautiful.
WOW: “She is the running of the wolves,
is the shaking of the photograph”
“Thread your fingers through her gold” … Gorgeous.
“climb into the dangers of her flesh and blood” … Good heavens, that digs into me, hard.
“Case her joints for soul-sinew and wander-why.
Stop yourself from breathing.” … Sheesh.
Of course I’m giggling over “Watch her / fly.” 🙂