Imago
An Image attaches itself
to something you once touched or smelled
sends waves echoing inward.
You forgot about it
yet now it weaves itself around a memory
that you had not named –
a singular erotic weaving
that brings its own enticing musk.
Then there is this full-throated flowering
a bitter-sweet interior presence.
Behind your eyes
mind is only an apparition
but this thing you see
is perceived through your skin
as a recollection
of when your skin could see clearer,
it returns now to catch fire
in these fallow moments.
You search
for this emerging appearance
that has yet to paint its face,
watch as it surfaces
as a heaviness of the senses
or perhaps
the very gravity of light.
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