…lost words wrapped around eraser dust
mixed media
words to music
forms to color
rhythm repeating
slow smooth lines
swing in and out
twirling and dancing
waves and leaves
float in the wind
poetry and portrait
reality
She crept closer, silently,
Afraid he might turn.
She could see him breathing deeply
of the fresh night wind.
Heaven, he thought —
The clouds, the stars, the air
Holding me.
His hair, so fine in the breeze,
In the moonlight, silver and gold,
Brushed her hand as she reached out.
Pale eyes opened wide, questioning.
Only to touch you, she replied;
Only to see if you’re real…
To be alone, thought he.
hardware/software
In a flash of presence,
through black cord and foam
I feel the dampness and the pressure
of your breath in my ear
your sweat on my neck
your hair on my cheek —
I have to breathe in time with you
or suffocate… but then
In a flash,
you’re just wires again.