I Am Also What I Have Lost

This poem was first published in the literary journal, Sagebrush Review Vol. 6. 

Intentions

In walking perfectly between opportunity and resistance her eye catches a figure, lures it from an Escher sketch and frames it in memory.  He whispers in passing.  She reclaims the sketch and closes her eyes.

A blatant remark imposes its intentions upon her tongue and she ensues within a comfortable paranoia.  She is vexed with a pale echo.  A lenient affair between thigh and hip.  The gracious love making patterns that plunge into different colors when traced with a Dixon pencil which once lay on a wooden draftsman’s table carved from famine.

Rationality

He embodies Godel’s Theorem.  Questions his intent. His sanity.  His ability to understand himself-the whole, the entity of failure, which consistently brings him back to her.  An attractive light.  A longing figure and not a synaptic alteration.

Time feeds into his mind and he takes his place within the impulse of silence and reverence.  His fingers trace her velvet neck.  A solemn plea.  A neural bargain.

Permanence

A Dixon.  Its permanence, a metaphor of the illusion of a relationship between him and her.  She is not the premise for absolution.

Neither has her heart led her to such presumptions nor has his blank stare accommodated the sound rationality of the misplaced pencil.

The pencil could only achieve that which has been expected from his passing famine.  Framing an illusion of a material object that only exists because she expects it to.  From odd to here, he is left with a quiet disguise to distinguish the pencil from the metaphor.