This traction.
Lit Up — April’s Prompt: Distraction
There used to be a pixelated duty
of mental images I couldn’t fix.
I don’t need a distraction, I need this traction
— the force of motion
between your thoughts
and a tangential surface
(yes, that’s me)
I need everything and more,
the horrifying beauty that permeates this skin of ours,
your presence of hyaluronic acid, shock-absorbing,
emotionally hydrating.
You need everything and more,
a source emanating from a side of life,
some details falling into shadow,
some shadows surrending to luminescence
—Rembrandt lighting
and all the coordinating conjunctions available
and all those rules
to keep wisdom safe.
Looking at your petals
— holographic feelings caught me in the middle
of a sentence that has something to say —
You little stubborn rose, you, stubbornly arose.
Some blue wilderness
sits at the root of many years, tired tree,
your paper visa crossing the border of my existence.
I’m grateful for all the rear-view mirrors
that tried to steal your portrait
while you were running away,
lost luggage,
wrong turn.
You’ve never been this safe,
I’m claiming what’s inside.
Here I stand, a two-legged compass
embracing all of your fears
of polka dots and ripples.
Grammar of propagation.
I feel on the edge of becoming you.
