Here we are and time
forsaken
when I found you —
latitudes of faces,
provinces
of eyelids and shoulders,
verdant archipelago
sculptured in sapphire
oceans,
the orbital fruit dangles,
suspended
from its ripening —
Twilight and white linen
stoke the hunger —
I slice zucchini
into cylinders,
slender wedges,
peppers into strips
of scarlet,
toss the cuttings
into volcanic oils of olive,
aromatic sesame —
the meat is warm
for the tasting,
pearls of rice turn amber
from the fragrant
spices —
here we are
and time.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
*** Image by Rob Espierre

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