I play in and out of your hands
twisting through your fingers like
wisteria on the balustrade
a gold sunlit kiss across your breast
papal lips purpling in waning curvature
a slippery crescent
rough cat's tongue courage to defy
the religious mob
infinite clarity in the mystery
a mirror in the park pond
ducks upside down
broken by pyramid islands of peeking turtles
drifting cirrus at the bottom of
that endless wishing well
a different girl peering over the side
a curious gaze returned.
TA
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