in the twinkling of an eye...

(1)
In the twinkling of an eye /
borrowed corneas
(like stars) may die.

(2)
In the dark or sighted now
he'll always find /
The perfect portrait memory
of her body, spirit, mind.

(3)
He dreams again of her
cool hands, warm lips & mouth /
Wild anticipation,
As they slowly ventured south...

(4)
She awakened his new-born body
in a way he'd never known /
Skin tremors, sparks & shudders,
embers stoked & blown.

(5)
Her touch & beauty remain inside,
fragments again made whole /
Unscathed, anew, her blazing comet trail
tattooed across his very soul.

(6)
And should she bless him once more
with her kiss, her breath, her name /
His hairless body would surely (completely)
burst into spark & naked flame!

(7)
He longs for her mind, smile & fingers,
her unique fiery blaze & return /
Because no other lover ever discovered
his private world, made him quiver & burn!!

(8)
As his world begins to set, he slows,
skin lines & spine curves, he grows much older /
Still in memory, distance & time he thinks of her
and his embered body smoulders.

Still in memory, distance & time he thinks of her
and his embered body smoulders...

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2012.

"If you do not breath through writing, if you do not cry out in writing,
or sing in writing, then don't write; because our culture has no use for it."
(Anais Nin)