The temple of the wind
the weaving of ether
Deva elemental
Cinderella
off the hook
turns wings
flying carpe diem capestries
stand the breeze a long cool sip
superlicious Mamas won'tcha
Lord it's hot up in here
emerald frames the sleeping flower
hummingbird fan whirring
high spirits indeed
the with thee
and the woo
the warp and the weft
a stitch and one under
another roving over
to meet the truest lover
in the house made by the mirror
the weaving breathing
rings of silver
on the right finger
of the left hand abandoned
dead on
a zombie
with the baby bone teeth
the wet brick walls
ivy chokes the wrought iron
only as a symbolic gesture
who's to say
it's not all just fragmented memories
of an induced coma dream
(might as well be
for all it's worth)
as we lie in St James infirmary
having succumbed temporarily
to the wounds from an assault upon love
here comes the doctor now
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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