half smile of caged concealment
Mona Lisa like, kindling desire
awash in pixelated illusion
your dark dreaming eyes preserving secrets
the glow of an image, layer by layer
my wish to un-knot the shifting shape form
with its unknown gravity
a stance
painfully inscrutable
till your voice, dusky, breathy
washes over me like smoke
reassuring in a kilowatt smile
telling me our lives unfinished
are an art installation
ongoing
knotty
that rarely fit effortlessly into the scheme of things
your repose
my white knuckle ride
the wind whips the waves into a raging screen
hiding the light from the ships in trouble
those rocks are there yet not a warning seen
soon ships can turn into wooden rubble
troubled captain shouts keep a watchful eye
lifeboats at ready to brace the bad storm
hearts are beating fast no one wants to die
long for a bed that is both snug and warm
the boat is tossed on a wave to lighthouse height
everyone hanging on in sheer terror
the lighthouse lamp is just a flicker throws light
white knuckle ride seems to last forever
penned 10/3/2016
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