Still-Life (for C)
By Gwion
My tongue Film Made art Exposures on every inch of Quivering skin Touch light Reflecting gels You radiate blue....no, red Hesitant flashbulb Trembing fingers You hold too much beauty for this lens Eyes defining black and white borders Skin meeting air Goosebumps I captured a shiver I saw No, I was A thousand glass fragments pulled out of my face Explosions of you Still-life memories Of hands Later: Darkness Fluid Your eyes floating underwater Fading slowly into view Trapping a smile forever Written February 1st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 09:48 PM PST 0 • 8
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"My tongue..."