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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