A stranger’s face, never to be seen again, has looked deeply into your eyes, on a secluded beach, with some silent or mute message that you will never be allowed the time or intimacy to understand….
For thousandth of a second
I forget my fear of stranger
brushing against my shoulder,
my lungs become kite
In the secluded cove
tides too tame to reach
her eyes breach my stare
and double-barrelled we
bear the weight of trigger
Slit in her dress
bursts as blood fountain’ed from torn tourniquet
The sea’s fingerprints
thumb more than messages in bottles –
Duchess, Night’trembles Antici
to touch, to feel the bones within
her harbour’s rib cage, to lick salt
from lips painted by drowned sailors
Upon a glass piano
melancholy melody will push the sky away
and yet, falling, hands plough into sand
anchoring so deep, the moment will resurface;
resurrection beyond breakfast crucifixion,
feral breeze decants smell of her skin
We circle as shadow puppets
erecting the backdrop of a new play,
there is no-one around for miles
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian