Untouchable It was a day of raucous sun And subtle flourishes, of Wine that spilled into A delicate embrace A day of hush and Boisterous eyelids, Mischievous shade When the dense geography of Desire unspooled like rivulets After a mountain snow And the music of the hollows Rang an unanticipated beat When all the old untrusted words Glowed few like burnished shells In the penumbra of our breath And all the solemn gathering Grief, the taut and Unforgiving skin of dearth, The blinding scent of Absence and the necessary Creep into fatigue – They couldn’t touch, not yet, Not even the division into One among as night approached ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, A Deeper Symmetry, 2014 |