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Saturday, March 19, 2016

Reversible Universe

Perhaps sprawled in sunshine he dissolves, pours free of his shape. Sliding along her back and legs he fills her with the warmth of a shadow unmoored. Brief kiss, rough and real against her cheek he becomes one with all joy and ease, the one within her arms. He is the best of what is left for her: a little honey, a little sun.  

Maybe much as his fingertips once read the fine print of airy messages, she now proceeds with poise and self-possession, never again looking back the way she came. She misses him, yet refuses to be pulled in by grief’s pliable eye, and finds in each morning’s heart a home. Where is he now? some ask. Somewhere fluid and quick, not part of the sadness that sings in her, wrapped in knotted twine. He is part of night’s never-ending hum; the blueness, the newness, the spell of an endless summertime.

2 comments:

  1. Elizabeth, I am, as I am every time I read one of your postings, amazed at the depth and beauty of your words. Thank you for writing.

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  2. Thank you Martha. Your blog is also an inspiration to me. I always enjoy reading the musings from your heart, and how you intertwine your words with your art.

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