Clavicle Crusader

Contemplations in the moments of being seen through another lens

Image by Lucija Ros on Unsplash

Within a few faint photons,
a constellation of pixels,
you resolved
the essence of me

How did you find
the languishing space
awaiting eternal
the grace of a lip?

How did you solve
this equation of mine
the conundrum of time
in the soft curve of a hip?

A collar, lapel,
the changing room of hell
where the divine meets
with our daemons

Dressed in blue
prescient of you
awaiting, relating
abating the rue

Banish every crawling need
to brandish scalpel and slice
something here, there
twice or thrice

A written reminder
my fairytale finder
that beauty erupts
from within

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