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>> Saturday, July 31, 2010

i get lost in the exquisite whiteness of your skin and
wonder what hands would not dream of earthly fire
and when your smile spreads like a summer blossom
beauty is as palpable as the splendor of your touch


there is no word as
immeasurable as you
no flower,
more delicate

no season brings me to life or steals
me from it like you do and i submit
mesmerized every time at the slight
gesture of your finger and i become 

a child again

the girl with fish for hair
stares back blankly from the crystalline depths
oblivious to her halo of glistening silvery shoal
round and round it goes

men look at her, look
and pine for her. they break their fishhooks and
curse the selfish gods and at night they draw
mermaids in the sand

but the girl does not
care or seemingly so, for the ripples that undulate
to the breeze veil the tears that cried the sea, her
love ever unknown

the girl with fish for hair has scissors for hands

with you i understand the rain and
long for the coming of fall
my eyes are peeled like stars, strewn
where your windows open



AIDY August 4, 2010 at 10:52 PM  

I came back to this poem to be mesmerized--I love your artwork, your words. There is a tale, with a tale and with every pretty picture is an evolution.

Cris A August 6, 2010 at 1:24 AM  

Profound but true. But then again, truth is never not profound. I think :D

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