A woman illustrated

There she sat on a sofa,

            drinking a glass of

            forgetfulness,

staring out a dirty window

            covered with

            fingerprints

and scars from kisses long

            ago, getting

            up

she sees parking meter men

            on the north, on the

            south

of the city, dressed in blue,

            dressed in gray,

            writing

out tickets with silver pencils.

 

She hears their whispers tapping

            at the window,

            hoping

for his, hoping for a military man

            undressed from foxholes

            and

four years, now searching for

            her with stray dogs,

            with

half a memory, a knock…

            she looks inside her

            clothes

to see if she is wearing clothes.

 

She sits in her flowing beauty,

            lights a cigarette with

            his

good looks and hand touching

            her face, she turns

            away…

opens up a desk drawer, pulls out

            his letters, all filled with

            jealousy

and broken promises; a deadbolt

            turned like seconds on a

            clock,

he pulls up his collar on an empty street.

 

Copyright © 04/29/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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Sky Parchment Writings by Vivian and Lance

~Somewhere~

Width and depth of breath
twisting trees in expectation 

with

flights of fantasy
allowing sun at bay for
awakening 

as 

spiritual beings having
a human experience

quieting mind turning
on the sun 

within 
doves fluttering 

contentment;

Forest dwell of fair maiden
down darkened stairwell

with 

flowing robe she seeks 
warmth of her lover’s touch
expectation

her

hands reach behind to
feel his presence he

caresses kisses soft
lips embrace 

fluttering hearts eyes
shut

ecstasy.

Copyright 08/11/2013 
Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan

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