Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Breatheable Quiet

Tonight we swirl ourselves
into a warm dusk,
wine and firelight.

Your eyes the shade
of bay leaf
heighten the moment
with a keen awareness
of how insecure
I am.

It's not about the mirror
or lost coin
but feeling competent
enough to please.

I look at the moon
distant and half-full,
a white bowl of rice,
holy water
and bare grace

I never seem to taste
but still
you kiss my palm
and bless it
with such sweet approval.

The paintig is by artist, Fabian Perez, and is called, "The Proposal".

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