Startled by Existence

(In honor of Cindy O., now Cindy E.) ‘84

                         Simple                                

Clean,

              gentle luster

       Muted line,

(a model for the master’s brush)

With the firm – fragile of a fine china vase,

Stark attending soft.

Strands of flaxen brown fall

still,

Down,

Delicate on ivory.

(A fresh stirring within.)

She stands lovely

In the force of sculpted line,

Flowing

Taunt,

then eased

In splendid turn.

(I stand a bit enchanted)

Whispers wash

across her neck

Hair in dull illumine, 

THEN,

Treads of fire - Catching

In the setting day.

Her eyes:

A coral sea, ablaze

In Tropicana’s heat

Emerald and aqua

A Dancing spark.

Her eyes:

A Nordic sea,

Silent in the mist,

Forrest with iceberg,

A quiet storm.

Our eyes search – share secrets.

Note: My wife upon review wonders just what secrets our eyes shared. Well … her right eye said to my left eye…Let’s just be friends. But while her right eye was busy her left eye blinked. Which in turn, did look rather like a full affirmation of “our” love.