Monday, June 20, 2011

Alaska

She moved, naked
within the room
and he watched
from without.
her hair black
her eyes glowing purple
her skin painted green
by the light of the midnight sun
as it shone through the window.
she opened her eyes
pausing her step
to turn on a light
and she saw.
and then what?
a loss of innocence?
a gain in knowledge?
an awareness of-
something.
she pulled out a book
she pulled on a skirt
and sat by the fire
-she put on a show
reading.
he watched her then
late into the night
he watched her fingers
flip the pages slowly
one by one by one.
a graceful dance
the song she hummed
swelled in her heart
and outwards
upwards
inwards again
notes pulsing
one by one by one.
and she cried with the dawn
tears coursing down her chin
dribbling into her lap
one by one by one.

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