I am writing this poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is evening.
In his arms
The glory of the moon
And the heavenly stars
She opened her palms
Embraced the great night
Beautiful, black ebony
Milky Way swimming and bright
Where had her lips gone?
She discovered one afternoon
Glancing through a blue mirror
A hole where her lips once accompanied
Round apple cheeks
Perhaps it crawled from her bedside
And fluttered like a butterfly
Into the breeze
Giving herself to the whimsy
Of chance and time
Perhaps it drifted to a lover’s window
Reliving contact soft as dough
Finding old habits hard to swallow
Returning to the hollow between her cheeks
Exhaling heat, releasing the wind
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