Creature Fear ~ Korinne Bisig
And with pearl fingertips that shiver just so, unpicks the myriad buttons on the brocade front of the night’s yellow dress.
Into your arms: a question that cannot be asked in the wanting vacuum.
And your breath beneath, bated, barely contained within the cage of your breast, cannot sustain this lucid moment, cannot but anticipate the aftermath and the intimate removal of fabricated barriers, man-made and then unmade, a future undone.
Into your womb: an answer that cannot be mouthed in the liquid drowning.
And this is who you are, beneath all the words, beneath the layers of paint applied before the mind’s mirror, beneath the thin skin of superimposed reality, between the folds of time that enclose you, behold you – never to be repeated in the cold light of day.
Into your arms: a question that cannot be asked in the wanting vacuum.
And your breath beneath, bated, barely contained within the cage of your breast, cannot sustain this lucid moment, cannot but anticipate the aftermath and the intimate removal of fabricated barriers, man-made and then unmade, a future undone.
Into your womb: an answer that cannot be mouthed in the liquid drowning.
And this is who you are, beneath all the words, beneath the layers of paint applied before the mind’s mirror, beneath the thin skin of superimposed reality, between the folds of time that enclose you, behold you – never to be repeated in the cold light of day.
2 comments:
this is beautiful. I loved the phrase: 'behold you'....
(and, this is a silly aside, when I first viewed the image I had an odd flashback to Little Red riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf...)
great work. As usual.
Compassion is present when there are no-words between action and deed.
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