Sable or black? Consistency and sometimes misery.
Her lips symptomatic speak of simple joys–
in this surrealistic reality
where the moon mahogany-red shies away from human greed
being lesser nocturnal out of the two,
the clouds, freshly scented, bear witness to abduction.
Hades, haunted by Persephone’s ethereal beauty
a few pomegranate seeds,
just as the rain begins to fall at the end of a hot
and oppressive day;
her mouth despite the coolness outside is dry,
fumbling and every song broken, the inky silhouette of desire
already has her in its arms–
that she is the one he wants is implacable and clear.
There is nothing more deceptive than a detail clearly sketched,
basil, clover, bellis and shadow mourn
as some days
the world moves too quickly and other times slow.
Photo credits: Henrik Aa. Uldalen Painting, Pinterest
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Posted for Open Link Night #273 @ dVerse Poets Pub