cloistered
within a rolling smoke-bank
looking out on a symphony of collapsing liquid structures
as they dash themselves against the earth
a velvet radiance emanates
from their dozing forms
his head on my chest
moving so little air as to seem deceased
if one didn't know better.
maker's hands claw-curled by sustained effort
lie quiescent, for the moment.
a subtle counter-chorus of muted cries
issues from the muzzle of the sleeping dog
at our feet;
chasing phantom bones,
intent on inexplicable escape, perhaps?
smoothness of the smoldering glass altar in hand
its sacrament purls without and within
as ingested vestments bloom angel-white in the bloodstream
dipping roots as ripples of rapture
as a perihelion of perception dawns:
thunder.
A contest entry
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Comments
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you made me pick up a dictionary.... WELL DONE!
thank you SOOO much for entering... =)
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I enjoyed this very much, the imagery is strong. The two of you curled up with his head upon you, the dog twitching in dream state were particularly easy to picture. I know many others who derive comfort from watching a thunderstorm. Thanks for entering.
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