Friday, December 16, 2016

Magdalena Ball #32: The Aphrodisiac Sting

The Aphrodisiac Sting

Grey on grey, a soft shadow
longing washed into insignificance

slides through the landscape
everywhere spoiled for beauty

the privilege of place and stolen time
salt water and mist

she curls her body in readiness
the nervous system on alert

it’s just water, love
ocean, sky, a memory of pain in muted tones

nerves don’t carry memory
that is the simple story

you can’t conjure it, it’s carried in cell tissue
in the back lit sting that lingers

silent as a phantom limb

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