Tatyana Carney Poet Free verse

Peripheral Sight Line

I fell to you, black and white
with technicolor hair
like a circus presentation
of emotion-
You were there.
I lifted you, gold and bronze
with medal and shine
like a trophy won impossible
to me, 
when you were mine
I slept on you, pearl and grizzled heat
with a dream on banks of waking
like a long forgotten whisper
of a promise, still forsaken
undeveloped, but complete
I wished for you, silver limply bit the air
with fingers stained in white
like a photograph of contrast
fallen past the line of sight
to be popped in color particles

I wished, and you were there.

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