I prefer the heavy drape of velvet;
turning, transforming into new shades
from where it was once touched—a conclusion of sorts.
We speak in tongues
as the moon slowly disintegrates into cloud,
you breathe me in
and I fill your lungs; perhaps this is the real secret of alchemy?
What is hidden and what is no longer concealed
remains a mystery—
I allow familiarity to fall in folds,
like a landscape
painted peaceful and still; why then the need of ribaldry?
I am dampened by the passing rain, witness
to a world that’s doubly edged.
With my whole body, I taste adherence,
no almond milk in comparison tastes sweeter— there is a reason
my poetry is written down,
words these words are what lips to you cannot possibly utter;
let them remain behind the drapes,
I observe many things.
Photo credits: N.J Covington, Drapery in Clay
A Skylover Wordlist: Almond, alchemy, landscape 💝
Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United