She waits outside his building
Waits until someone else opens the door until she can slip in
The white concrete block walls seem sterile in the corridor she walks down
Finding the door to the stairs she argues in her head what she’s doing as she takes each step upward
Standing in front of the thick brown door
She softly raps on the hard surface with her clenched knuckles
Hopefully he won’t hear it
Just as she’s turning away he opens the door and looks into the hall
Looks right at her with a question on his face
He leaves the door open and turns back inside to plop down on the blue couch that is in the middle of the living area
She follows him in staring at the back on his head
His dark hair and tall muscular build
She closes the door behind her
He looks up at her from the couch as she tries to muster up some type of sentence
Any cluster of words would do at this point
With tears in her eyes she softly says, “I can’t do this anymore.”
She puts her face in her hands and starts to sob
He gets up from the couch and lovingly takes her face in his hands
He lifts her chin up
Her eyes now staring up at him
In the softest whisper he says, “I know.”
He looks deep into her eyes and with her small face in his hands
All the built up passion and longing that he has he locks lips with her
Pulling away exhausted of breath he whispers one last thing, “I won’t let you go again, stay with me.”
Unfolding through open eyes, a globed
Explosion reproducing- brilliant
fetus enveloped in extending electric cloth.
Unfolding implosive origination, its interior
substance contorts, pulling, reeling
in to maintain osmosis as cluster
lights in the dark- stretching galaxies
streamline luminous textile.
The sun, smiles into unopened flesh in warm blushing orange flashes.
Harmonious light kicks inside, bouncing off etheric mists, aerial sieves
condense waves into droplets nourishing spring. Moist green skin
breathes beneath naked feet of a rounded mother-to-be.
The fetus, a crescent
moon, tucked into itself
reveals a silhouette thin light spilling
in the obscured pulsating black.
The womb holds the light of unopened eyes,
which melts through indivisible cells into melodic
nourishing stretching ligaments. Cocooned
inside red cotton, multiplying red pearls grow pounding in the viscous.
Born, flesh then beholds light, with open eyes, lit: shaded hazes, cold
yellows, and warm blues in etheric foams reflect the rotund sky. The
infinite unfolding proportional to the voyager’s crusade. A newborn
efforts movement, standing through his reflected.
Learned only within the invisible elusive memory. Unfolding glossy
firmament, the film of the eye, the opening of the mind, reveals an
unfolding dream. The mind imagines through translucent lenses.