it is long before dawn, she is naked
and he is fully clothed, this
is the way they often present, distant
mirrors and white space, soft
as her inner arms and belly,
vacant rooms, a payment with words
here and there, please take this offering
accept this tenderness, on
mute
it presents as contradiction, that
surreal and abstract, or organic
art cannot physically harm them, that
art cannot leave them financially
destitute after dying, or abandon them
on a corner with a plum colored
cheekbone, and a scarlet
right hand of knuckles
it is beauty that draws them both
possibility in each image, patterns
spread across her thighs, in black
and white
forgiving tongues, and burdens lost
in
connection, and his dark eyes
juxtaposed against the white
space, a backdrop of violent
landscapes
leaning patiently against the wall
© 5.4.2017
heather brager
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